I am 17.

I am 17. I am lonely, scared and hopeless, even. I see no future for me, because I have no answers about anything, ever. You, on the other hand, are 23. Are you okay? 5 years is a long time, a lot has changed, I am guessing. No matter where you are now, I want to remind you of some things. 17-years-old you wants you to be happy. Fight for your own dreams and for your own comfort. Try to remember about me. And don't let me down. Don't let yourself down.