A letter from Jun 17, 2024

Dear FutureMe, je m'sens tout seul, du coup, J'ai parfois eu des pensées suicidaires Ces pensées qui me font vivre un enfer... You know the lyrics. Your french is better now? or you give up? is okay it is a ****** language anyways. Your english is better? or it didint matter? ( wish this had autocorrect) How are u? still alive? one year huh? are you dating or somenthing? no preasure! i dont really care actually, you probabilly( this is wrong right?) do tho, that's ok i want u to know that will get better, u probably are panic abaut some deadline farway, get your **** together mam, you are almost a nurse or are you somenthing else? do you know what life will be? are more christhian? Did you find the person? i petty sure not haha. that's okay you're good i think you're beautiful, yes u are, get it in your head you're smart, please take yourself seriusly( i tried) im wordless now but i hope u well read more the bible i mean pray more worship im running for my life hope i get there Tu sais, j'ai mûrement réfléchi Et je sais vraiment pas quoi faire de toi Justement, réfléchir C'est bien l'problème avec toi you still like hockey? who won the cup? both cups? please still do i never had a dream but i kinda have wishes now, to sing 'you give love a bad name' on a playoff game is on of those, please move this one forward. hope your had a dream happy birthday i guess( decide now that this will be my birthday present, or curse) it sucks that i wanted to be a surprise but it wont k k k the world smallest dreamer still a dreamer so go get it( whatever u long for now) 21? can you drink now? jk i dont know how to finish i dont want to but i have 3 from now you will get another one you could write too yk update thats it bye vai ficar tudo bem ja ne se pas mais tout ira bien fille tu es une jolie âme hope this find you well with love yes whit love, your past self L.