A letter from Aug 15, 2022

Dear FutureMe, Five years ago today, I wrote this letter for you, because I'm stressed out and sad. I am at the point of giving up, but at the same time, part of me wonders how are you doing in the future. Present day, I am so lost and confused. I barely remember anything the past couple of months. I feel like a total idiot, but I wonder if you still feel that way. I hope NOT. I hope you're okay. I hope you are happy. I hope you're showered with love by your family. Have you met someone who makes you happy? Because if you're with someone who's not even trying, you're wasting your time and I would feel embarrassed for you. Do you still think about the same girl I've been thinking about for three years now? I wish you could stop with that. It's unhealthy and I know we don't have a shot at her. I wish you've completely forgotten about her. Tonight, I'm drinking the remaining wine our aunt left before she came back to the UK. Please be happy wherever you are right now. No matter what happens to you, please think of me and how useless I am. I have my hopes you're not me anymore. Please take care and love yourself. I am hanging on because of you. Please be alive and well.