Through a site in which you can write letters to your future self, I wrote a letter to you, 10 years in the future. I don’t think I’ll be alive till then. And I’m saying this quite happily. The thought of staying on the earth 5/10/30/50 years more exhausts me. I’d rather not. Also, that letter was pretty superficial. It would be better if you don’t receive it.
I miss the old days. The days when my relationships with everyone were good. Now I’ve burnt all bridges. Is there any hope for me?
I’m sorry I haven’t taken care of you. Materially, emotionally, and spiritually. I guess I took you for granted. I’m sorry. I have so much to apologize to you for. But I’m ill-equipped. My apologies feel fake to myself. Still, can you accept my apologies? If you’re reading this, in the future, I’m still sorry. But I’m not sure of a future.