A letter from Jun 23, 2024

Dear FutureMe, I like to imagine you in a better mental place. One where you would no longer look at yourself in the mirror and hate where you see. One where you don't see happiness as a place of luxury. I like to imagine you like someone else rather than that guy. I like to imagine you are secure enough to believe the possibility of romance in your life. I like to believe you won't hate those around you that you have hated so much. That you learn to talk yourself out of an overanalyzed thought. I like to think you are well and content with yourself. That you accept your own flaws, live with them, love them and let them exist as an extension of who you are. I like to think you no longer think all of the people around you secretly hate you. I like to think you won't hate yourself every time you look at your legs and that you think of them unique and yours and that it is nothing to be ashamed of. I like to think you no longer a coward, where you gobble confrontations up, swallow them and to never let them scarce you. I like to think you a better you, a better friend, better artist and a better you. I like to think you are a better you. With Love, Kaye