A letter from Jul 17, 2022

Dear FutureMe, It's almost 7 in the morning and I'm still awake. I'm too tired but I can't sleep. I don't know why. There's so many things in my head anf they're making a huge jungle. I have nothing to say. But I don't wanna forget this day. I am not fine. I am going through hell. But I don't know how to explain. Fake smiling is now one of my talents. I am depressed. And no one cares. And no one knows. But that's okay I'll be fine. I will be okay. Maybe not here maybe one day somewhere high or down I don't know. Anywayz I don't have the patience to talk. Goodbye. See you soon.