A letter from March 3rd, 2021

Dear FutureMe, If you're reading this, I guess we're still alive. Or someone else is reading this. Or no one is and I'm writing to the void. If we are still around, what are we up to ? How did everything go ? Did we drop out of school ? Go to a mental hospital ? Are things any better ? I imagine they are because I don't think we can handle anything worse. As I'm writing this I'm realizing how scared I am of our loved ones not being around. I hope they are. Where do we live ? Have we gone to any interesting places ? Did we finally go to Italy ? I'm running out of questions because I really can't imagine being around to even read this. I can't possibly see a reason as to why we're still here. Or even how. If someone else is reading this. I'm truly sorry. There's nothing you or anyone could've done. I think I was doomed from the minute I was born. My whole life was full of suffering and I'm probably much happier and at peace. If we're not dead then this is kind of cringe and embarrassing. I'm sorry about that. Yikes. I don't know what else to say. I'll probably write another one of these. Maybe if I'm still around, I'll write another, happier one. Who knows. Well you do, I guess. Haha