A letter from Aug 20, 2023

Dear FutureMe, I don’t have anything to say. I just feel like writing something when half asleep and a little stoned just to **** with you. Hey future me. Sup, bestie? Bro man buddy boy. Life is awkward and painful. But also nice. We’re gonna be okay. I almost wish I could have me and you here so we could hug. I need a hug so badly. I’m scared of people but I’m not scared of myself. I want to get better and to have my own apartment. And I am going to get better and have my own apartment. It’s just a little painful rn. I want to give you such a tight hug. Hold you close. And have you squeeze me back and tell me it gets better. I love you. It does get better, doesn’t it?