Premeditated Serendipity

Z, it’s me, from the future, we’re 30 now, so I’m trying to reach you to update you, I thought this would be the right way how.

I wish you weren’t such a coward. You should have killed yourself properly when you had the chance, seriously. Things don’t change, you’re still an ugly fuck, you’re way too much for anyone. You’re too emotional, too driven, and you can’t keep your mouth fucking shut. You’ll also never be enough. You work too hard but earn hardly any money. You’ll always have friends but none of them will ever love you the most, and you’ll have lovers but you’ll never find anyone who will truly love you, because you know what, you, in your fullness, are completely unlovable.

So grow up and actually do it so I don’t have to be here still dealing with all this fucking pain we were born in to. All you are is a fucking burden. You’re a leech and a waste of space.

It’s 2025, let’s return to our roots of cringeworthy selfies and talking with strangers on the internet.