A letter from Dec 23, 2024

Hello, It's me again. I am writing this letter in a lonely night and listening 500 miles from the Inside llewyn davis movie version. I took the photo of my first love from my wallet. I just talked with him about why he didn't like me. I wish I could get the answer. Because, after his dead, no one likes me for years. Maybe I cursed, I don't know. I feel lonely I feel uncompleted somehow it's hard to describe. I sick of this feeling but I have to live with that. Maybe this is my destiny. Anyway, I wonder are you still alone while you are reading this letter. Let me know. I am hugging you with a warm heart.