A letter from January 2nd, 2021

Dear FutureMe, happy new year! How was 2021? I hope it went alright. I'm still having a hard time. Been thinking about committing a lot lately. I feel like it's the only way out. But we both know that's not cool. Maybe it's because of seasonal depression but it's been getting real hard and stressful. I hope you're not having too much of a hard time. How's the iPad mom and dad gifted you? Hope its still working. Made any cool drawings? Oh, did you buy a guitar? If yes, how is it? I hope you know enough to play the entirety of a song you like. I picked up Chinese agin for the billionth time. Hope you're still studying the language but at a higher level of knowledge. Cheer up. You're doing good. You've come too far to give up on life. You've worked hard and you're working hard. I appreciate you. Hope you're there to read this letter and break down crying over a cringe letter you wrote impulsively a year ago. I hope things over there are fine and that you're also doing fine. You better still have access to this email I'm sending to or I will lose it. See you later.