A letter from Dec 30th, 2021

Dear FutureMe, Hey. It's 11:15 p.m. I'm currently laying in bed, writing to my self (which is odd), and I have no words of wisdom. None. Nada. I would insert a cool catchphrase, or bomb *** quote, but none could capture my thoughts. Whilst I'm not much help, I do have a few questions. Number One: Have you found yourself? We've always been surrounded by people, but always alone. Have you learned to love yourself? To look in the mirror and be proud? I remember when I was innocent to the thoughts of one's appearance, and hope to be truly comfortable with my own body someday. We graduate high school in a few months. We'll go to college with a friend that I'm not sure will work out. I'm on the fence about it. To go. To not go. I feel like I should. But alas, am conflicted. Question Two: Do you go to college? We always told ourselves we would, but our motivation has been down for a few years. Did you study Law like we originally plan? Or did you follow your dream to become an author? An actress? YouTuber? We've always been indecisive with career choices. Question Three: Did you find him? The person made for us? We've always craved love, looking for it wherever we go. Did you find it? I remember all the times we'd stay up late and beg any and every god listening to grant us this one wish. We have never wanted anything more than that. We've always been selfless. Giving to others what we ourselves don't deserve. We've only ever wanted love. Our heart aches for it. For both of our sakes, I'm hoping you found it, truth be told, I don't know how much longer I can go. Question Four: How is the family? Does our parents still fight? Have we left them? That's also something we've been on the fence about. Whether or not to still see them. It hurts my soul. To be with them. And away. It's best to take them in little doses and nothing more. Else you get caught in the crossfire. How are our sisters? Good I hope, we've always wanted the best for them even if we aren't full sisters. Let's see. I'm a readaholic, it's the only thing keep me sane. I hope we still find time to read. I turn eighteen in three months, graduate in five. Go to college in eight. Everything is catching up to us. Our motto for the past few years has just been, four more years, three more, two more. One more. Now we're so close. So close to being able to breathe and become who we want to be. To do what we want to do. Anyways, I hope we've found happiness. I hope we've found what we've longed for. I can't bear the thought that we haven't. Stay safe, be good, and remember. Love, You.