A letter from May 19th, 2022

Dear FutureMe, I represente myself. The depressed version of me. Not even 16. Trying so hard to stand up. Just not finding a reason to live anymore. Just why we have to live in this fake world? Is life worth facing all these *****? I don't know what to say. I am speechless. I am tired of living. Litteraly life hits very hard. Do we really live for some really little moments of happiness and all the rest problems and anxiety and mental illness? So why we live? What's the point of having a whole life to live? There's life to live, but I'm dying now. You know, I'm writing this with a smile on my face, waiting for a better mental version of me. Now back to my stupid life. I have a weird personality that I can't understand. I can't understand myself, what I want, what I need, my priorities, my dreams. My head is litteraly a jungle. I hope one day things will get clear in my head before it's too late. See you soon dear me. I really want the best for you and I wanna make you proud. I hope next time I will be better.