A letter from May 29th, 2021

Dear FutureMe, I'm really not well; now i'm drinking tea alone again. Me from the future, I would love to know how you are, but I can't ... I can't look at myself in the mirror, I can't be completely naked and I can't look at the future and not cry, but sometimes I think this cry is not mine, my personality seems to have taken on a life of its own. Talking about now: I'm sitting on my mom's bed drinking tea from a cup of coffee, I can't breathe properly. I'm wearing a white sweater and gray sweatpants. P.S: Don't forget the "ribbon", please. ♡