A letter from December 31st, 2022

Heyyy there anonymous me Its gonna be totally a different year after few hours, its gonna be 2023 and I'm not happy I'm not even excited about it I wanna write alot but I don't have even a bit time for myself to write or to do something for me. I miss the time I used to enjoy for me I really do, I'm get growing every day a bit elder and I don't wanna get sdult being is full of responsibilities, work, and tiredness, being adult means you've to forget yourself first for everyone you love, being adult means to work whole day just for the one day you'll get pay I dont wanna my life to be seen like this. I wanna it as me but for living I also have to be like this. There's no way just a way to make money more and more and more as much as I can