A letter from Dec 31, 2025

Hey, It's you from January 1st 2026 at precisely 2:11 a.m.. How are you? Right now, I feel hopeless and tired. I'm wandering through life without a purpose, wasting everyday, living but not truly living. So far for the year of 2026 the 'resolutions' or things that i would like to achieve are to learn the violin, but genuinely this time. And to make a lot of money during summer vacay. And I also wanted to try out dancing. And recently I wanted to change up my aesthetic. But if I'm being honest right now, I don't wanna do any of that. All I wanna do is die. Or at least get away from this depressing life. Why am I still alive? What's the point of life? Where's my spark? I don't feel like me anymore. I will get my spark back. If I don't, I'll **** myself.