A letter from Auguat 11th, 2021

Dear FutureMe, This is you at 17, you just turned 17 and people bought u so much food. You're doing some revision for an exam but decided to procrastinate by writing this letter hehe. You turned 21 today, happiest 21st birthday darling, i love you! i just hope youre happy! Always happy! How are you? Are you in matrix? are you doing degree? Just working? Are you... alive and well? It's been so hard for me to get to this point, given this messed up head of mine, even more messed up from your mentally abusive and neglecting parents. I hope wherever you're at now, you're well. You've been so strong with no one there to save you, no one to fall back onto when you take a leap and collapse hard. You've been so self-reliant and so fiercely independent I'd like to applaud you for being so amazing even when no one could, or in your parents case, would help you. I believe in you; I believe in myself. Because when times get hard, you're there to save yourself again and again. Even if you still have self-esteem issues and problems with letting your voice be heard, I know you've been improving. Is the perpetually shivering child inside stilling, growing up? I hope so. Even if your exterior is far too mature for your age, made that way by your circumstance, I know what it's like to feel small and sad and lonely and stressed and cornered and thrown away. But you pick yourself up from the ground, every shattered piece, every single time. I love you for that, for never giving up on me, for always picking me up. Stay strong, Kirtss. I love you always. Yours forever, Your Past Self