A letter from Feb 1st, 2022

Time Travelled — 12 months

Peaceful right?

Dear FutureMe, Right now I feel like ****. Junior year is beating the absolute **** out of me and even worse, I have no idea what to do about course selections for senior year. I have gotten so much conflicting advice and I have no idea what to do which is the most stressful thing ever. Please don't be mad about whatever I choose, I'm doing my best. I just feel so ******* sorry for myself right now and I hate it. Nothing I'm doing is productive; I'm an absolute failure at studying for the ACT and I just can't do this ****. I can't keep sitting at this desk in this dark room for hours and hours and hours only to get a minimal amount of sleep, wake up, go to school, come home and do the same exact thing. The burnout is so strong and I just can't do it anymore. I'm crying as I type this and I hope my tears don't ruin anything. I wish I was you. I wish I was you so badly. I can't keep doing this. I don't have anything to look forward to and my birthday is so soon I don't even want it to happen. I forgot I had a Birthday soon; I think I'm forgetting that I'm a person too. This **** is awful and dehumanizing and I can't believe every high schooler in America goes through this. Maybe they don't; maybe I'm just an absolute idiot who can't control her own emotions, Maybe I am not built for this type of education. I say all these things; I feel sorry for myself but at the end of the day, I know I wouldn't trade my education for the world. This sounds like I'm writing and essay for AP lang (I know), but I'm not. Really I'm just writing this as a means of procrastination. Since all I do is sit, and sit some more, why not sit while doing something I slightly enjoy. Writing to you is a good past time but I can't keep blowing off my work. I swear to god; I hate myself. I hate the type of student I have become, and I hate the type of person I have become this year. I can't compete with these peple but I can't not compete with them either and only now am I realizing how dumb this all is. I'll go to college; I'll get a job; I'll get married if I want to, BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I WON'T ******* DO? I WON'T REMEMBER CALCULUS; THAT'S WHAT. Sitting here and feeling sorry for my scores, feeling insufficiently unsatisfied with my grades, it's all for nothing. I won't come out ahead, I won't make more money, I won't be a happier person and I know all these things but I still can't stop pushing myself to my own breaking points. I don't have enough time for these mental breakdowns. IT'S YOUR FAULT. I DO THIS **** FOR YOU AND YOU AREN'T APRECIATIVE. I'M SITTING HERE STRUGGLING OVER CHOICES THAT ARE SUPPOSED TO HELP YOU AND I'M PANICKING BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT. I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOUR PREFERENCES ARE AND I CAN'T HANDLE THIS. I DON'T KNOW WHAT IM GONNA MAJOR IN AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT COLLEGE IM GONNA GO TO. **** YOU. **** YOU. YOU DON'T GET TO MAKE EXCUSES ANYMORE. YOU WEREN'T WORTH IT. I DON'T CARE. YOU WEREN'T WORTH IT. I KNOW YOU AND I DON'T CARE. IM DONE. I'M DONE. I'ME DONE.

Epilogue

4 days later

A senior year response:

I love you, and this made my day. I’ve been waiting for this letter since I wrote it. I remembered writing this during a mental breakdown,...

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