A letter from Oct 4th, 2021

Dear Future Me, It's 2021. We have no friends right now, still dreaming about moving to New York for university and having a full window view with a beige/modern vibe, hate all men, wanting to marry Ian Somerhalder, messy bedroom, nauseous, and wondering what we will be like in 5 years. Currently FLAT broke, you're probably too. Thinking about calling Dave and telling him "You are an ******* that ruined my family's life. You are a disgrace who will die alone." because of all he has done. Right now I am fatter than I have ever been. Really heavy, unhealthy eating, REALLY dehydrated. I really hope depression is gone by the time you see this. I am really tired of always crying myself to sleep and having panic attacks on top of OCD and depression. I am trying to save money but it isn't working out very well... I am trying to save money for our future apartment, rent, clothes, future apartment appliances/decorations, and opening a mini business. I am still scared of growing up yet excited. I hope that everything works out with Lily. I'm planning to go to the movies with her next weekend, maybe watch Adams family or Venom 2 (SO EXITED FOR VENOM.) Also, guys that you like? I love you and I hope everything is better than it is now for us.