A letter from November 24th, 2018

To me, a year later, Here begins what I hope is the start of a new tradition for you or something. It's November the 24th, 2018, and this is a letter to yourself from a year ago. As you write this, you're currently in your bed at 2:34 AM, listening to the entirety of Blonde (wow so deep right). Enough of the brooding shit though, I hope you're doing better than I am right now. Don't know if you'll remember, but these past few months have sort of been your "breakdown" months, and hopefully they haven't become a common occurrence. Pretzel M&Ms have been a good coping mechanism, but you really need to find a better alternative (and I hope you already have). I'm really worried for Kevin right now, and I hope he has his shit together and is doing well by the time you're reading this. Make sure you're there for him, he's a good guy and he needs all the help he can get. Same thing goes for Rafael, hopefully you're better friends with both of them now, but they feel a lot more than you can see regularly. You went to go see that musical you've been wanting to see for forever on the 9th of this month, remember that? Edred Utomi was playing the lead role, and he seems like a pretty cool guy. I hope you can look back at that relationship now with better eyes, and it doesn't affect you anymore. As of right now, you're still caught up on not being "forgotten" and all that stuff, and that's okay, but sometimes you gotta let shit go man. One final question: Do you think you care too much about others and not yourself? Is that possibly why you're slowly breaking down? All good things must come to an end, You.