A letter from Aug 09, 2024

Dear FutureMe, I hope you're healing. Making progress. In love with living, and living authentically. I hope you're happier with your art, that you're really finding yourself. I hope you're not reliant on others for your love, and that you can love yourself before anything else. I hope you're keeping in touch with the people that matter the most. I hope you've found your family. I hope you feel hot and strong and confident, and that you don't let other people make you feel less. People will always think what they think. Someone will always be unhappy. The only person you can control is you. Use that. Nothing goes as planned. You know that. Let yourself stray from the neurotic micromanaging habits that hold you back, and let yourself and your path change as the world around you and your circumstances do. You are strong. You have more potential than I can tap into in myself right now. Be vulnerable. Be real. Don't let ANYTHING. stop you. I don't know what your goals are now, but keep pushing. Work at them. You can make it. You only have one life to live, don't let yourself down by wasting it worrying about what people think and if you're good enough. You are. You don't give yourself enough credit.