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Dear FutureMe, Hello again. It’s July 13, 2025 – 3:02 PM. I’ve been working at Haftad for almost two years now. Right now, things are intense—we’re basically on the brink of a full-blown war with Israel. It’s terrifying, not gonna lie. There's a strange vibe around the office. Everyone's expecting something big—either an all-out war or some sort of regime change. I think it’s mostly ******** so I’m not stressing yet… unless **** really hits the fan. Anyway, I’m writing this as a yearly check-in. I want to make this a routine. On the lighter (or messier) side of things, there are like four girls who have major crushes on me. And I’ve got this benefit-style thing going on with Mahshid. My mind is all over the place right now, I can’t even get my thoughts straight. I'm not really committing to anyone, and I keep making up reasons why I’m not ready for a relationship—though honestly, those reasons are half true. My life is mostly: work, gym, and jorking it (although Mahshid’s situation has cut that down a lot). I’m good with the routine though. I’ve even been going out with Parsa again, which helps keep my head clear—well, until this whole war mess started. Physically, I feel good. I’ve gained almost 5kg, now weighing in at 66kg. People say I look great, but I know I can do more. Gym is still my main focus, and honestly, it’s also my main excuse for not getting into a relationship. I know a relationship would probably slow me down. Still… dammmmmn. I get lonely sometimes. That part really sucks. My ex even texted me recently. Yeah, weird timing—but hey, it’s wartime. Nothing makes sense. Anyway, one of the girls(mashid) here is peeking at my screen. She says she doesn’t get what I’m writing, but I don’t trust that, so I’m wrapping this up. Either I’ll revisit this later or totally forget I wrote it. which the latter is more likely. what is UNC even yapping about, am I right guys? Hehe. That’s about it. See you next year, hopefully in better times. this letter has been wrote with help of chatgpt btw i suck at writing well at the end of the letter i discovered ive lost my ambition. **** it i don't care