A letter from March 11th, 2021

Dear FutureMe, It shouldn’t take you too long to receive this, but I am dying to know, have we gotten a house/place to live yet? I’m tired of sleeping in a car and/or paying 300 a month for one room in a house full of cockroaches and a whole other family that doesn’t even do their own dishes! Like what the hell!? Have we gotten a pay raise yet? A new job? I am drowning in a world that I am supposed to love but I can not love the people in it. Yes, we have to take care our family. Yes , we have to earn money. I know that okay! Stop making reasons for things that are so unfair- I know I’m being a hypocrite, but I am you and you are I. Tell me life isn’t bad. Tell me what is going on. I can’t even kill myself because I just can let go. Even the fear of darkness has its hold on me. If I die... what good/ use will I be besides giving others anguish? Whatever, I’m not going to die any time soon. So, happy birthday and...How’s life?