A letter from Jan 01, 2023

Dear FutureMe, I'm angry, pissed off with my relatives, all those **** pocketnarists and carnists. The last day of last year had everything to be ****** and it was, but not enough to knock me off. Last year was ******, but I will heal. It's 2023! The devil's gone! What lies ahead of me? Who knows! Will I get to do therapy? I do hope so! Nothing's guaranteed, but I need to take the tools to build my path. To build me. To take my soul out of the concrete rock and find a living statue. I have back up - enough back up (may be) - I have my identity, my loves, my dreams, my longings, my hatings. I know what I am and what I want. I just need to fight for a way to show it to the world. I will do this, with or without assistance. Though I need to be alone from now on. Back me up goddesses and give me strength, please <3 Be safe and pleeease tell me you're alive. Ps.: Squid has come at last!!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaa ❤️🦑 A new day has arrived