A letter from Jan 05, 2025

Dear FutureMe, I'm not even going to lie. I’ve been feeling really eager about what the future looked like. I so want to know. ****! I had plans. Plans to graduate Med. school, live and work abroad and all that! But it’s 2025 now and I know better. Well, a lot. I know too much. I don’t feel like a human anymore. Thanks to this [stupid] spiritual awakening happening to me. I see the world differently. Some things i would have otherwise literally ****** for don’t even fancy or faze me anymore. My choice of food has changed. I watch the stuff I put in, on, and around my body. It looks as though a clear, magnifying lens have been put before my eyes or perhaps some scales have fallen off my eyes to see all the ugly **** happening in the world. How we are all trapped in the matrix. The dirty games geopolitics, neocolonisation play with us. Controlling our minds. It’s a sad reality and worse for Alkebulans. I don’t know what I want again. Left to me alone, I’d be at peace and so fulfilled when or if I get to live in solitary on a farmland growing my own unpolluted food, rear animals that I love, keep cute puppy pets, surrounded by a stream, et al abroad. And to shame and consider observers, I will own a luxurious mansion and properties in the urban to prove a fuxking point. But it’d serve as a control experiment. I’m tired. Bye lol. MBAAMA.