God fuck dam it. I lost my motivation to write for a contest. This is why I hate being interrupted while writing. I easily lose my motivation.
The following is what I had for a competition
Well first off, hello there. This is me five years ago. Currently I am doing alright. The sky is cloudless and the sun is shining brightly in the sky. The breeze is cool and Pokemon is playing in the background. I hope for you, me in five years, are doing well too.
I hope that in the next five year is hopeful and filled with hard work and happiness, but you know what I now know: I am afraid. I am uncertain, my path is unclear. I feel like all my success have burned up, gone and lost in time and in the past. What will I be in the next five years? I know that the next five years will fly by. Will I notice and take action or will I wallow in the swirl of time, trap in a corner forever feeling this and that, regretting ever slip of time that passes through my fingers?
Dear future me, one thing is clear though. In the depth of my mind, swimming with already past regret and thoughts for the worrying future, I wish to become a person that you will be proud of. I wish to be kind and patient like my mother, I wish to be strong and independent like my aunt. I wish to grow old and wise like my grandmother. I wish to be the kind of person that make stories and help the world somehow. Will I become what hope to become? Five years is a long time but it will arrive soon. So future me, do not lose hope for yourself.