A letter from Feb 04, 2024. <3

Dear FutureMe, I hope you're doing well. My mental health now is a mess, and I'm now in distress. Well, most likely you've escaped from 'hell' (at least I hope so). The little devil does not deserve to be with. Because of her, I have crippling mental issues. I have anxiety, I am depressed. Sometimes, it's just so hard to stand out. I try to be good at my studies, good at everything. The devil in 'hell' wanted me to be perfect. I fake my happiness to make others happy. She blames everything on me. I did nothing wrong. Because of her, I lost tons of worthy friends. Because of her, my mental health becomes worse and worse every minute. Because of her, my life is just a mess. I would've ****** myself if it wasn't for me to be the 'therapist friend'. I needed to stand strong because I love my friends, and I care for my friends. I think about them. They would lose a trustworthy friend if I wasn't in this world. I care about others more than I think about myself. Hope your mental health is doing better. I love you. Don't give up, stay strong. Happy birthday. -Past you. <3 (p.s. **** abuse.)