A letter from Jan 28, 2025

Dear Future Me, Written in January 17 2025 What the actual ****? I just read the letter I wrote you last year, and it feels like nothing has changed. Seriously, are you still stuck in the same ******** cycle? Still lost, still making excuses, still waiting for life to magically fix itself? I get it—you’ve been through a lot, and I’m proud that you’ve tried to heal. But for real, when the **** are you going to stop getting in your own way? Last year, I told you to get your **** together. I begged you to stop repeating the same crap over and over again. And here we are. Again. Same frustrations, same patterns, same god**** rut. Do you see it now? You’re not moving forward because you keep doing the same ****, expecting different results. That’s insanity. You’re better than this. Let’s talk about 2024 for a second: You ******* bombed a semester in your major. That sucks, yeah, but you didn’t fail at life. So why the hell are you still letting it weigh you down? Go back to school, fix it, and move the **** on. Financial stress? Welcome to adulthood. It’s hard as hell, and yes, everything costs money. But sitting there feeling sorry for yourself won’t magically put cash in your account. Hustle. Find a way to start small and build up. Stop waiting for some ideal situation—it’s not coming. Friendships? Don’t even get me started. You KNOW those people are trash. How many times do you need to get burned before you cut them off? They don’t value you. They never will. Stop being so ******* gullible and giving them chance after chance. They don’t deserve it. Be done with them, for real this time. I’m not writing this to tear you down—I’m writing this because I KNOW you can do better. You’re wasting your potential, Angel. That’s what pisses me off the most. You have big dreams, but you keep sabotaging yourself by overthinking, procrastinating, and clinging to people and habits that are holding you back. You don’t need anyone’s ******* validation. You need to bet on yourself for once. So here’s what I need you to do: Cut the dead weight. Friends, bad habits, excuses—dump it all. You don’t owe anyone ****, especially people who treat you like an afterthought. Stop waiting and start doing. You want a job? Go ******* apply. You want to go back to school? Enroll. Stop sitting there waiting for life to hand you opportunities. Trust your gut. You’re NOT paranoid. If someone feels off, they are. Stop making excuses for people who don’t respect you. Your time is precious—stop wasting it on ********. Show the **** up for yourself. No one else is going to do it for you. You want a better life? Earn it. Hustle. Learn. Grind. I hope by the time you read this, you’ve finally pulled your head out of your ***. I hope you’re in school, working, and surrounded by people who actually give a **** about you. And I hope you’ve learned how to say no. Stop bending over backward for people who wouldn’t cross the street for you. And for the love of God, don’t be starting over again in 2026. You’re not 16 anymore. You’re 22—life is getting serious. You don’t have a fallback. No one is coming to save you. So stop being a ******* passenger in your own life. Drive. I know you can do this, Angel. But only if you stop repeating the same mistakes. End the cycle. Get your **** together. Love, Your Past Self