A letter from Sep 8th, 2021

Dear future me, In all honesty I don't know what to say, I mean it's not as if we're friends. I don't know you yet. But you know me, you might know me better then I know myself and so I don't know what I should say. I guess I should start by saying hi, that would be common sense but 'hi' sounds too boring, it's what everyone says to everyone, even strangers. So when talking to another me 'hi' isn't me enough. So, hello comrade. I hope you're okay. Which may be very vague sounding but it's the best I can think of right now. So are you okay? Not great or incredible or spectacular. Just okay. At peace, if you will. Peace with life and yourself, peace with where you are now. I have always been someone who struggles with myself, like fighting a one man war bare-hand with nothing to defend myself. Not ever truly knowing where I'll end up or who I will hurt along the way. So I hope I haven't hurt you too bad, I sometimes forget I'll hurt myself trying to win this seemingly never ending war. And if you're still fighting, I hope you at least have a sword. This way you can protect yourself in another way other than constantly hurting your body. Farewell, comrade. Win this war for me because I don't think I will anytime soon. From the past, Me.