A letter from Sep 20th, 2021

Dear FutureMe, Are you still there? How are you feeling? I hope you're still breathing. I hope you find something that makes you feel like you are worth living. I hope someone is taking care of you. I hope you're not living your life for someone else's, just what I've been doing so far. I hope you win your battle to depression. You should, because if you don't who would read this message right? By the way, right now I don't know how I feel, I don't understand, sometimes I'm thinking that maybe I was just faking it? Maybe I wasn't depressed, I'm just sad. But you know, I'm so exhausted, I keep on asking for rest but I can't have it. I can't have time for myself, I'm not doing what I want. I am so tired, so exhausted. I care too much, 'cause I don't wanna lose someone special to me. I don't want them to feel what I've been feeling, the exhaustion, the hopelessness, the feeling that you are trapped in a situation where all that you can think about as an escape is to die. I don't wanna care anymore, but no one could ever do things that only I can. I hope you know that I am fighting. You should be thankful, be proud of me if you are able to read this message. I may be a little depressed but baby, I hope you build that Bakery that I want. I hope you lots and lots of money. I am rotting for you here. I love you, and if you can really read this, I want to say that you really is the best, come to think of it, you've came that far, you've fought and won, you're making me real proud, I wanna hug you. Please be there, please be fine, please don't think of ******* yourself again.