A letter from Feb 13, 2025

Dear FutureMe, I am writing as a follow up to 2024's letter to myself. ****, that's just how much we managed to bury our brain in engineering...or whatever we found that's closest to it...emails all ******* day I'm writing this sat at my desk...staring blankly at the screen. Thinking of my life, the pitter patter of the rain. The crazy heavy downpour. Klaudia. Seems we're stuck in a time loop. Do we want to be? Mortimer- new roads; what if we're the reason we're not free? My human heart will always call out to her. She? I have no clue whatsoever I could break into a rant of how she hates, loves(d), I have no clue. And I am comfortable having no clue. Love's not built for me...nor I for it. Que Sera Sera. I'll do my ******* best to make you proud as you read this future me.