A letter from October 3rd, 2019

Dear FutureMe, I don't know how life is for you. I'm sure it's great. Or it sucks. Who knows..? I'm writing to you bc I'm hurt. I've been full of bad luck and I can't handle it anymore. I'm on the brink of... Breaking. It's my eighth grade year. You probably remember. All the things that happened. All the words to sum it up: Ryan, Mia and Chloe, Mason, Lay Lay, Isaiah, boys in general, Brody... And whatever else comes next. I've only been in school for about a month and a half and I hate it. Girls are bitches. I just want to write a letter to you. I'm probably going to do it more often now that I know how. Maybe just to update you on what's been happening. I don't know how this is going to work, but I'm excited. Theatre is life. That's really all I can say. I got the starcatcher in Peter and the Starcatcher. I don't know if you remember doing that, but I haven't had to kiss Zach yet so I'm gutchi for now😁 Well, I want you to know that your past self (or your mini you) is doing well even if there's a bunch of things tearing you down. People love you and support you. You just gotta remember to keep on smiling. And remember Winnie the Pooh. Love, Mini-You "Some people care too much. I think it's called love." -Winnie the Pooh