A letter from Apr 11th, 2021

Dear FutureMe, How are you? Here, now, I'm not really doing good. Everyday I habe thoughts of hurting myself, ******* myself. Life is **** right now. It's really hard. But I'm writing for the future me five years from now. I hope you got your **** together. I hope you're happy. I hope you are financially stable. I hope you can help your family. I hope you have a good girlfriend. I hope you fall in love again. I hope you look better. Well, I'm not yet giving up. I know I can do this, but **** this is so hard. Life is so hard. And I'm ******* sad. Lonely. I don't even have a friend. My only happiness is my solitude. When I talk to myself. But when I start interacting with the world again, everything turns into ****. I'm not really good with living, maybe. I'm not giving up yet. Please, prove to me that there's still a future ahead of me. If in 5 years, I'm still in the shot hole that I'm in now, maybe, maybe this gift of a life is not for you.