A letter from May 23rd, 2017

You're down right now. You hoped for the best but it seems like you're just one unlucky fellow. You cried hugging your mom, whispering to yourself that you wish she wouldn't leave so soon. You wouldn't take it if she dies. She's your only rock. You're depressed again. You only wanted to have a "quiet life" but then you can't help but be lonely and envious of others in your solitude. You wonder what future you would have. You have trouble making money and the only good thing that could cross your mind is how good the alternate you must have in her life in the Netherlands with the loves of her life. You're lonely. You're miserable. You're in tears again. Your world is in chaos and you bear in heart too much sad things. Will you ever last long alive and healthy to recieve this reminder on how down in the mud you were? If so, will you be better? Will you laugh at this letter? Or will you be long dead?