A letter from Jul 24, 2022

Dear FutureMe, I hope I’m not dead or something lol. I mean, if I’m reading this then I’m obviously not dead. Anyways, I hope I’m doing what I want to do. If I’m not, then I should get up off my *** and start doing it. I’m uncertain if I’ll be living as well though since problems have started rising again in my family. If I’m doing better, then that’s good. I should always remember that those people aren’t worth my time. By the time this is sent, it’ll be on your 18th birthday. I think you’ll be 18? I don’t know, I can’t do math. I hope I can become something that I’m interested in, like a therapist or veterinarian. Maybe a writer, but I think that’s not possible with how bad I am at writing. I’ll work hard to become better then. Honestly, I don’t know what to write anymore so I’ll just talk about random stuff. I’m actually writing in real life letters to myself just whenever I feel like it. I hope you’re still doing it when you get this. Also, I hope Asta is okay. Maybe she’s living with you? Or maybe she found a family that loves her. I hope you found a new dog that is able to get the love it needs. Do you still miss Bear? I hope you do. I miss him. Don’t back out on going to college. Make sure the important people in your life know you care about them and take care of yourself, but I want you to always put yourself first even if you feel like you don’t deserve anything because I know that you deserve more than you think. You’re not a bad person, it’s just the people around you are always tearing you down with them. I’ve found myself using most of the day sleeping away to hide from reality. I hope you get better. His ***** wasn’t your fault. It never was, so please don’t blame yourself. I know I’ll forget about this, so I’ll put a reminder on my birthday the year this is sent. See you later. I wish you well! :) P.S - I love you and whoever reads this! <33