A letter from Jul 31, 2024

Dear FutureMe, How are you? You'll be a month or so out of school, how does it feel? Have you met anyone new? Or gotten in touch with people before? I'm writing this with my sleep schedule off the rocker, but I know that you've the strength to fix it. Or I suppose me in a week or so, maybe you're just carrying it along. How's the new computer? Provided you have one, I hope so. I really do want to start making videos, remember the vow? I hope you do now, if not already then. I hope you've found ways to brighten your life, or improve upon it. I feel tired. And equally sad, because I'm lonely. I mean for ****'s sake I had a dream where I actually had friends and that which when I woke up, made me feel upset. It doesn't have to be a dream. I know it's hard, it absolutely is, but remember how much progress you've made? You have to stop holding yourself down to the past, it isn't you. You aren't your mother, or dad, or past or future, or even present technically either. You're you, fully and graciously. You're so smart and funny, and kind and compassionate. You are what the world needs more of, stop being afraid to express that. Furthermore, stop being so hesitant to express, period. I know you because you're me. You're afraid of failure, I understand that. Yet, look at how many things that haven't been because of that fear. I know you'll most likely not be the person I envision when I get to you, and I'll be a fragment of a memory, and all the same, I hope you live in a body comfortable and true to you. You out of anyone need it most. I love you Aiden, and I hope you reciprocate it in time. Perhaps onto others, too.