A letter from May 15th, 2021

Peaceful right?

Dear FutureMe, This is gonna be cringe, But I hope corona is over by then. It’s settled a lot in our country, but does it f*** us over and choose to have a quarantine. How’s dad and his gf? Don’t worry, I don’t hate her, she tries her best. I don’t wanna say her name on this cause it’s gonna be public, but either way, are they well? I’m writing this from a random YouTube letter - I’m making a few, I just hope I don’t rid of this gmail. - how’s school going, 15th of May 2022? Hope all the friends are treating you well, it’s been an easy start, but I doubt that’ll keep on forever. Let’s hope. I wrote a letter back in year 6 to my year 12 self, so I won’t make one for my year 12 self on here. I quite easily doubt myself, as you know, but if there really has been a relationship, what is it? Who with? Really, I don’t think I care too much about wanting to date, but just in case I change my mind. Are you getting out more? Going out on the weekend with your friends? Or keeping to yourself in your little haven of your room? I feel like crying for some reason. Maybe to do with the fastness of life? Maybe something otherwise. I wanna know how you look? Have you changed for beauty standard sakes? Your own health sakes? Or just are yourself, aka me, not too unhealthy. I really have no idea what will happen. Last year until about a little while before the end of the year, I didn’t realise I’d be leaving my old school. I love it, I wanted to since I was little. They were mean, they would pick on me sometimes. But then again, we were kinda close like a little family. It was so small. OH, have you made NEW friends yet again? Lost a few? I’m scared for that. It’ll be a year and a bit from when I met them. Part time job - did you get it or weasel out of it like the chicken we are. The uncomfortableness too much? When you are done reading this, I want you to sit outside, wherever that is, and just shut your eyes. It could be stressful, but in the end, It’ll turn out okay. Bye future me, because I have no more words to say

Epilogue

about 3 years later

I’m re-writing my reply. God year 11 got to me. When I read this I cried. But I’m out of school now (left after year 11) for 2 and a...

Falh eryas. 3 ni dnerfietf nbee bojs ’vei. Tmonsh 2 ihcdralec 2 fro ysare. ’dyou ega frtea asme nwo trrahe hacrm gpour isrdaele het yuo ’vueyo ehav olko left evrreof kdis how in yuro bceseau pu nhta rwog. Ovel 25- tehm losd uyo raey ldrey,a the. O,yu ’lylhet em ltdo eprtans onos i lla disa issm veodl saw ethy eagnilv i thme hte nwhe. Heav moevs ameteouhs yuo a you hiwt ohw. ,rteag hsudol tmlnea gectfifna asyt ihs on you acseu yuo of odstbu glhothau seh’ hameestous vhea hrtehew ettsa uoy. Sfuodo (o,n a tno ’ehs ynrodfbei. Npp)eha sa ees e,nrdif noang ’odnt nvere stbe eses ahogulht as mhi uoy a he hucs ysobeulalt you. V ht’sat. Garte ses’h. !j bf ot ash eovl she a erh nad t!oo btsi.
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Ahah ahd dteas a on tub nebe thev’na v’ie doenyifbr. Nlyo hutgho 2 detsa. Aeprtrn o’tnd an godo leapes oyu ihm elave him x)e typret for oons spa,a cfsilsay ustj h’se so a tno na y’luol as h’es xe w(e aveh.
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My retlet cut smt!ei to rtsho ehsodlr!us ym riha thsi v’ie nhwe rteow uoy ot firts eolsc a efw. Hwyaalf knec tsalom neht yuor xpiei dan an neth c!ut uot odeucorl pu a it’s eri-fdnex orngw wno it. Teissr npkiy swa it ot i’ts irlsaim red ti okols ppeurl, tlnraua ti tnhe orwbn nad royu nwo saw a pelrpu nda uerodocl ryuo atth. And ltfe htuogalh toaub <3 irdte i my hnigt tasl swa oyu feac rcea owh ho yuo msaaarc nad to ti ecni enwt hiwt it nuf oko!l haet i adn owrk.
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My nda shse uhyot hatusdrys <3 indefr i h enw eyasdtus bhu lilw to sono eb si og lveylo,. Hwo s etm h i adn ahs’tt. .
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Enwt aws cceisnva utp nhat ont hatt sit’ on 🙄 voer reays eth en,th 32- ofr uto evor ntefiieyld wno abcdlee eroht cvuoonrsrai ,hotguh ekil by.
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Sapl oot do ouy ruyo eth rwee nr!tnitee the droanm dlimde os olas yuo l’il it eh a!cryz o’dnt yuo fo bum!d aigna w’nsat mesthouae or dan i(n )smdsub* ntdo’ lopepe o’ndt >(: hte etgnime fof nihgt lkucy eetm be apseel hsog.
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Ay kyao evol <3 llyo’u eb. Btu dearsc ilwl yer’ou sspa uyo slilt ownk it.

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