A letter from August 1st, 2019

Dear FutureMe, Can we drink yet? Have we held hands with someone yet? Are we still sad? Are we skinny? What job did we choose? I don't know yet. I am sacred. Are we out as a boy? Please be skinny. I hate eating but can't stop myself. I hope we get the courage to starve our self. I hate this body. I wanna hold hands with some cute boy, and do romantic things. But rn we're ugly and gross but hopefully that'll change.I'm lonely.