A letter from Nov 30th, 2021

Hi! It's me again. I'm not really sure how to begin or talk to you. Maybe, I'll start by saying thank you for writing snippets of notes, letters in your social media, emails, and all the other messages. It reminds me of me. I think it's a suicidal thought but I was actually determined on ending it tonight. It's currently 1:49 A.M. and still in PH. I want to conclude that I won't end it, for now. I'll try again tomorrow. There's always hope, right? If you're reading this, it's either your email notified you or you kind of forgot about this futureme thing and tried to seek comfort. Isn't it a bit crazy to be comforted by yourself? I read some of the past letters and they were really encouraging. You should read it again. One of them says how you should try depending on others. It's quite hard. I worry that I'm dumping my dramas again and, to be honest, it's not nice to forcibly give them some of the burdens without their consent. I really want to depend on others but I think they have had enough of my dramas. For now, I'll try to write on my journals again or maybe I'll keep sending my tots here. Gosh, how I would want to be heard and validated. Where can I find a genuine listener? and maybe I could lend my ear too.