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Hi Rafael, I’ll call you that because that’s what you’re called when you’re at work. Yep, you have a job. It’s still your 5th day, and it’s ******. Most of the time, you’re short on your cash register.
I’m sorry I haven’t been writing. I thought my last letter to the future was the last.
You met this pretty little partner of yours, and I won’t say anything about “if you let this go” or “if you fail this” because we won’t. If we do, we don’t. But if we really do, then that’s the end. Calli saved you when you were about to **** yourself. It was your first and last stage performance, and it was ******, but she hugged you right after you went off stage. That basically describes how she saved you. She is flawless, and you both love each other so much. That’s all there is to say—if I go further, this letter will be about the two of you, ahaha.
Your lolo? You still remember him, but because of work, you can’t really dwell on it or feel hurt. You wish he was here—I mean, I wish he was here. You would’ve fought with him about this job. What can you do? He’s old and more rooted in tradition. But he isn’t here. There will be no fights. No one will wake you up early anymore, and you can only trust your phone to wake you. No one will ask how your day was, and no one will argue with you about taking this job. Calli’s mom and your lolo would’ve been BFFs.
Your lolo wouldn’t be proud because you stopped, and you took the job. Your lolo would’ve hated and despised you for that decision. But he still would’ve helped you wash your clothes for tomorrow. He still would’ve made breakfast and baon for you. But lolo’s not here. There will be no pride, and there will be no fights.
Overdose was released yesterday, on December 16, 2024. That’s the good news.
I don’t know what you’re doing now, Raf. I don’t know how to guide you with this letter because, honestly, I’m the one who needs guidance about my life right now. I thought I was getting better. I don’t know if it’s about this job, if I’m just overreacting, or if there’s more to it. But I need your help because I don’t really want to ask for anyone else’s.
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