A letter from March 25th, 2021

Dear FutureMe, Hi... ****, one year and you're still alive... Well, this is to say if you are and you're reading this. I hope you're better. I hope things do get better... Hah, "I hope"... Well, it never hurts to try to fake it till you make it, right? I hope you've found that long lost will to live. I hope you're healthier. I hope you're taking it easier. I hope you're not crying every night. I hope your mind's a bit clearer, even just a bit. I hope it's also quieter and more peaceful. I hope you got the help you needed or, if not, then figured it all out. I hope you're doing well with social life and academics. Not that the latter really matters to me anymore, but it might just matter to you, who knows, really? I hope you're more inspired to create - to finally have passion and interest in hobbies and do them. I hope you're more inspired to dream, and I'm not talking in the sense of envisioning fake scenarios in your head, I meant I hope you have enough passion and motivation in you to look ahead and work for it. I hope you're nicer. I hope you're better. I hope you don't compare yourself with others so much. I hope you got your emotions figured out. I hope you're much more at peace with the world - and, no, I don't mean *****. I hope you like yourself more. I hope you forgive me for doing all this to you, for putting you through this. I'm sorry. I didn't know it would be this painful. I bit off more than I could chew. But I hope I wasn't a regret of yours. I hope there is something good out of this. If not, then I hope you could learn from me. I hope you open up more and not try to hide yourself behind a reputation and character you've built with every person. I hope you're more honest with your feelings. I hope you're not tired every day and, if you are, I hope it's a good productive tiredness. I hope you're smarter. I hope you're wiser... I hope you're happier. If not, then that's fine too. I'm still glad that you're still here. We're still trying, and that's all that really matters. Maybe one day we could give each day its own diploma. I'm counting on you :) I don't think you would ever see this(I hope you check your emails more, you little ****), but in the small chance that you do, I hope you're fine. Stay alive. East is up. Oh, and Ps, Keep your pants dry, your dreams wet, and remember - hugs, not drugs.