A letter from Apr 4th, 2022

Dear FutureMe, I have decided my life will not be complete until I have written a book. I came to this conclusion in late January of this year, and this message is nothing more than a reminder. you have never made aspirations in life because you never believed you would get far enough to fulfill them. I have only just finally got to a mental state where I know I will not **** myself within the last 2 years, and only now is it really able to be seen with me subconsciously deciding that I can have goals for the future. I can have things I want to do in life and I will live long enough to do them. so this is me saying please please please—youve never asked of anything from yourself before—so let me have this. keep writing like you always have been, but maybe make the doc? or start staring your favorite poems, or just google search tips on organizing a self published poetry book. but make it happen. it took me a really long time, but I can say with 110% certainly—I believe in you. and you can literally never let me down, so do what is best for you because ultimately you have a better judgement than me, but think about it, and appreciate that what I am feeling right now is something ive never felt before—anticipation for a distant future, no matter the outcome. be you soon enough, me