A letter from Jun 24, 2024

Dear FutureMe, Well, Hello there! How are you doing? Please just say you're being a goofy happy human now. I'm tired of this constant scared - idiotic - insecure character of mine. This is making me sick. I'm really feeling sick of myself. I don't know what I'm doing, what I'm thinking. What am I actually? Why I am like this? Haha, I know this is not new for both of us. Me being tired of myself, you putting up with my bickering self aka boring writings. What do you want me to do, I can't help it. Sorry and thanks for bearing me. You are the only constant i can rely upon. I know at times you also leave my hand but still. I want to explore, enjoy, drown myself in the nature and art. I want to dance, laugh, be the change. I want every tiny happiness yet I can't be any one of the thing I want. Because I know, I'm the ****** of my own hopes, wishes, likes and dreams. By any chance, will this ever change? Like ever?