A letter from May 17, 2025

Dear Future Self, Hope you're doing well. I hope you are happy. I hope you almost achieve your dreams. I hope you are not sad like today. I hope this heavy feeling don't last forever. I hope I can take away everything that's making you sad. I know you can make it as you always does. Because you have choice but to survive, you have no balls to **** yourself because you don't want to see your mother cry. So you have to endure because you have no one to turn too but yourself. All your life you have to learn to accept what was given you. REST if you have to, you need it. Take care of yourself because no one will do it for you. I don't want to burden with anyone, no matter hard I feel, no matter I bleed inside, they don't have to know. Because this is my own responsibility as an adult. Do I love myself? Maybe? because if I don't I'll be under the ground now lifeless. Hang in there you can always make it, right? Please send a letter back what ever happen. I want to know if you're still the same or nah. I love you self.