A letter from May 16, 2023

Dear FutureMe, uhm, its now 4 am in the morning, i am writing this letter to you hoping that itll reach you. you know, you are struggling right now, i know youll remember... did we get better? i mean people say it gets better right? i really hope we get better. i feel like no one really understand me, and im not blaming them, its not their responsibility to understand and be involve in to my self problems that only i could fix. i hope ur thriving, cause for now i really dont know if theres any hope for me, i really do feel im hopeless and i deserve nothing good, they said that im romanticizing my gloominess, im negative and why i dont seek positivity instead of being sad.. i wanted to call it depression but i feel like its not that deep. well i was once a optimistic individual who helped out people before, you know that. its just everything seems so strange now like in a snap of fingers, everything was messy, lifeless. i am so sorry if im not doing well and i know i might affect you later on, but you know that ill try. u have friends now, ur with geds... i hope u still have them... i dont wanna lose them along the way.