A letter from December 21st, 2022

Dear FutureMe, i’m feeling pretty sure i will never receive any of the rest of these future letters i’ve written to myself. i don’t think i’ll make it past february of 2023. i’m barely keeping myself alive right now and the awful and overwhelming things just keep stacking up. so, if you’re reading this, congratulations. how the **** did i survive?? how??? i’m so, so, so tired. everything hurts so bad. i don’t have any hope left. i genuinely don’t think i’ll be reading this a year from now.