A letter from January 1st, 2015

Dear FutureMe, So... Did you die? Hahah. Did mom get here yet? How about Dad? And your bro? Did they get over here? Did Kyle have a brother or a sister? Did you still argue? You know who I'm talking about right? Are you still thinking to attempt suicidal? How are things? Are they good or bad? Are you happy? Why are there so many questions to ask? Are you crying? Is it too much for you? Are you ok? Are you ok? Why is it so hard for anyone ask you that? It's simple: are you ok?. Nobody seems to get what you're thinking, noone seems to try to understand you. You just don't even care to explain, just let them assume what you are. It's sad, isn't it? Why is it so complicated to understand you? What is it about you? Are you ok? I hope you have paid all your debt? I hope you have raised your kids well. I hope your parents and bro are here. I hope your husband is happy. So...you can get ready, for your internal life? Are you ready? If that makes you happy? You will be ok ☺️