Aesthetic short stories

A hopeful undertone

Dear future me,

Hello bitch. How is life going for you? Is it dragging you down or lifting you up? Ever get a girl friend yet? Was it just a phase? Or is love just not a priority? All these questions I'll never know until years from now. When i tuck this letter away and you were cleaning up for once and found it.

Maybe you got curious, perhaps forgot you ever even wrote a letter for you're future self. I mean, anyone would forget. Do you often still ponder over the small things? Little accidents that happened years ago still floating about that head of yours? Do we have anxiety? Or depression? I know this is some deep concepts im carelessly throwing out here, but i wonder if im just lazy. The whole "over thinking" thing is just normal. Normal to often drift away from reality and watch it like a movie. Every step and action not seeming like its you. A state of feeling.. Weird.

Future me, be honest here, are we fucked up in the head? Are we crazy or just have a odd sense of humor? Is being alone still hurting you? Have any sort of friends to hang out with? I often ponder about that. Graduating high school in like, 2 years ending up being alone at some college that your low key forcing yourself into because God forbid we don't get some sort of degree. Life stabbing into our chest with a dull dagger, until a numb feeling swoons in.

Who needs love, future self? Why go through all that effort for them to suddenly not like you one day and leave? So much effort for nothing. They only want you so that they can feel something other than numb. To adore all the quirks and funny tales you display, until that so called lover grows bored of you and moves on.  Human's are selfish that way, future self. They want new in everything, never committing to anything. Love is such a strong word, but always used in the weakest ways.

Enough of this edgy existential crisis stuff, what is the world like? Is it just as fucking bad as it is now? Are people still heavily attached to phones? Dumb question really, i know. That's always a problem regardless. Im talking about future gadgets. Weird inventions that help in some way, like to grab a cup from across the room with the push of a button. Teleportation a thing?? I hope so tbh. That would make alot of everyday chores a whole lot easier.

Future me, are you ok? From all the other shit i was rambling on about, are you actually ok? Mentally? I wish for us to be so anyways. Life right now is all hell and flowers at the same time. People are worrying for this sickness going around, money is becoming a issue. No job's means no money. Money to pay for health care if you do get sick, or food on the table. I sure hope in whatever year you find this that there isn't something like this. On the other hand, quarantine life is something us introverts have been preparing for all our lives. My time training has finally paid off.

I wish the best for you future me. That your ok, have some sort of grip on your life, and not once letting it hang loosely. Don't let fear run you down, or the weight of being like a burden. Because your most defiantly not a burden. Your you, and that's enough.

Have a hopeful undertone future me. Not a doubtful one.

Sincerely,

Past self