A letter from March 30th, 2019

Peaceful right?

Dear FutureMe, I hope you’re loving 7th grade. Making great grades, and enjoying Jr. High sports. As I write this we are trying to move from 2341 N Fox Trail. Never lose hope in your dreams. Keep fighting, stand up for those who need it, and don’t become an absolute jerk. Everything will be ok. No matter what. Never forget that you are loved and that God always has your back. Someone always remembers what you have done. Your real friends always have your back. You are loved, never lose hope, keep fighting, and never quit being Hadley Caroline Williams.

Epilogue

almost 3 years later

I went back and read this almost four years later. Had you dont know...

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