A letter from January 24th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, It’s Sierra I hope I get this and read this in the future and I won’t just throw it away in my pile of emails that I will most likely have because I know I never clean those out I’m hoping to send this to my 20-year-old self I’m hoping that I will have most things figured out that I have no idea how to figure out now. I hope that I will have come out to everyone that I need to buy this time. Coming on a scary it’s January 2020 and mostly everyone I know is excepting but there still people out there that aren’t and dad isn’t homophobic but he’s not going to pride parades either. I hope by this time I will still have some of the few friends I have now like betsaid and Autumn. I hope that I’ll have a job or be in college or at least have a girlfriend. High school is hard I may only be a freshman but I already don’t like it. I’ve already missed so many days and for good reasons most of the time, I just don’t feel like going out anymore all I wanna do is lay in bed and not talk to anyone in person, because talking to people means rejection or judgment and I’ve had enough of that already. I hope by the time I’m 20 things will be better. I’ll be 20 in seven years that makes me 14 currently, being 14 is hard I miss seem like I’m overreacting but I just hate it, when I’m older I hope you have more control of my life I hope that all the things that makes me sad now I’ll learn to laugh at and all the things that make me happy now still do I don’t know why am writing this but I am so hopefully my 20-year-old self well thank me later