A letter from Nov 16, 2022

Dear FutureMe, I hope you're doing well. I hope this email account still exists. A fun surprise for you, I guess. It's Nov 16, 2022, almost midnight. Not a date with any meaning, I'm just feeling depressed and thoughtful. I hope you're alive. And guess what? If you're alive, you're thanking me for that. Do you really think I'm doing all of this for myself? As if I could have a future. I don't see the point but it is what it is. -Sasha