A letter from Oct 13th, 2021

hey future me. i guess the reason why im writing this is because im feeling kinda down. i guess doing four languages is finally getting to me because i feel like i'm failing irish. i never really cared about it but now that i face the reality of failure i feel on edge. like im on the edge of a tall cliff looking down below and knowing that the sharp rocks at the bottom are inevitable. i wonder if this is dramatic irony and you're reading this in the future thinking 'its all going downhill from here' sorry for failing ya -your past self