A letter from October 19th, 2016

Dear FutureMe, How are you? I am sitting in a room and smoking up at a place where I belong. Where I learned to participate. I am a Placom Head, and I have my review tomorrow in my Autumn internship at Mondelez. The world is screwed up. I think Urvashu gets a PPO, which is because of other reasons. I have told Ritali how I feel, only to get scorned. I wrote poetry for her that wrenches me at times. However, I am happy. I hope I can find the one girl who will heal me, and my broken soul. Ankur has made my journey here much easier. Our sessions at HOF, the Friday night times at SoBo, the first smoke up with Akancha, everything comes sharp to me. I don't know how are you, but I hope you are happy. I hope you have find peace, and that there is something to look forward it. I hope you're a writer now and will make it worth while. I love you, and I hope you've made it to wherever you wanted. Love, Charlie