A letter from Mar 14, 2025

Dear FutureMe, Hey, you're still here. I can't remember what was happening when you last messaged me, or why you decided to message in the first place. I'm doing OK. I guess. If I look back on how I used to be a decade ago, I've changed a lot. If I looked back a year ago, I don't think I'd recognise a change at all. Maybe I'm better than last year, but right now I feel like the future is a burden. Some people are excited about the things they want to do - I just see my plans as milestones I need to get to so I want to die less. Protrusions from a sheer cliff face that I'm climbing endlessly. Maybe one day dying won't be the goal. Maybe it'll just be something that happens after my goal. For now, little rests, little breathes. See you whenever.