A letter from Jun 15, 2022

Dear FutureMe, What's up, ****? Are you alive? How old are you, 23? I can't do math. Anyway right now I'm kinda in a sucky ***** mood. My tablet connector-thing broke so no digital art for a while. I'm used to working on art and commissions every single day, without it I feel so empty, so aimless. Then again, I feel empty and aimless most of the time anyway. People who try so much less than me are miles ahead. So little effort, but theyre in the clouds while I'm stuck trying to claw my way out of my own ******* hole. And in the process, I only end up making it deeper. I try so hard, and all for nothing. Am I being stupid? Maybe. But it still nags at my head every got**** day. I feel like I won't ever get anywhere with my dream. Like I'm falling behind everyone else. Hopefully by the time you read this, you'll be somewhere better. If not, then **** you, you useless ****. Keep trying. The thought of you being someplace better is what keeps me going. Do not disappoint me. Please, do not disappoint me. Please be someplace better. I'm counting on you.