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I'm sitting here now and wondering what the future holds. Is life any better now? Have I got a job, am I published? I doubt it but who knows what the future holds? Except from you of course, Future Me. I don't really have that much to say to be honest.
There's so much that I want to know but of course, that's impossoble. It's like a burning longing that cannot be extinguished. Am I happy now, or am I still trapped in a maze of anxiety and depression.
You may or may not remember but when you wrote this, you were having a rough time of it. You were stuck between a rock and a hard place and for a while, you saw no way out. After that, the story continues with you, Future Me.
I understand that this may be surreal to be receiving a letter from ten years ago but it's happened. I daresay you've forgotten.
I write this in the hope that you'll look back on this day and remember. Remember your crush/obsession on You Know Who? The guy with the curly hair. You may still know him. You may not.
Well, that's all I have to say for now. Read you in ten years.