Dear whatever version of me finds this,

I don’t know who you are but I know that you are me. And if you are me then I am you. And if we are each other then you know what you must do. What we must do. Every version of our story started the same and ended the same. We were dealt a bad hand and with that hand we let it drag us down. We let it drown us in our own pathetic demise. But no more. No more will we be the one that fails. The one that loses. The one that dies. The one that never comes out victorious.

You are the last hope. The last hope for all of us. Every one of us in a every universe there is. I know how this must sound. Parallel universes and multiple versions of yourself. But I promise you it is all true and we need your help. We need you to take the hand you’ve been dealt and make it the best thing in your life. We need you to have the happy ending we never got and fight for it to stay.

Sincerely,

The version of you that never got a say