A letter from Feb 05, 2023

Dear FutureMe, You know that feeling when it's not even late, but you're already getting tired, tired, not sleepy, in fact so tired you feel like you could black out any moment now, almost as if you could faint, you try to focus but you can't, your brain is tired, you are tired. But your body isn't, infact your body's burning up, and you feel like your not even breathing anymore, your gasping, panting while attempting to breath with your mouth, you don't even feel like standing up, instead you squirm in your seat, a desperate attempt at trying to relieve built up tension, you feel like all of your muscles are sore and pulsing at the same time. You don't have the energy, or desire, to talk, or move, or do anything at all that would actually require motivation. You just feel like your rotting, you just feel like a body in the middle of a forest, decomposing without anyone knowing as nature takes back what's hers. I'll become food for flowers and moss. My hair, then my flesh, then my bones, but before all, every last memory of me. I'll return. That's the beautiful way of putting it. The more optimistic way of describing how I feel. Hope you didn't cringe too much. But then again I don't really care. Also, go do your hw instead of wasting your time talking to me. And tell Emilie I love her for me. Love you.