hi. remember me? that emo kid that used to get kicked and shoved? yeah. i'm back.
so, future me, get back out your Party Poison jacket and black eyeliner. i'm joking. will i be okay, future me?
how long will i live? for a few more days? weeks? years? seconds, minutes, hours?
dear future me, i hope that you are happier than i am. got a real friend yet?
please, future me. don't let me die by my own hands.