A letter from Mar 16, 2025

Dear FutureMe, Hi to myself Right now, as I’m writing this message, it’s 1:33 AM. I’m in Pakistan. I’m tired of life, of everything, of myself, of all things. When this email reaches me, if I’m no longer alive, I want my family, my friends, and everyone who knows me to know that I love them. It’s Saturday, March 18, 2025, in Lahore, Pakistan. I’m still waiting to go to America, but things haven’t worked out yet. We are all without a future. I only love myself, and that’s it. Goodbye until we meet again.