A letter from May 15th, 2020

dear me, it's been five years. the night you're writing this you spent most of the night sobbing and listening to somewhere only we know on repeat. tonight you're crying about how you want mom and dad to love you as much as they did when you were a kid. tonight you were crying over how you know you deserve better than this but know you wont get it. i know things will be better once you move out in august but until then all i can do is just tell myself to wait until then. i know there is a light at the end of this tunnel, but it doesnt feel like it. especially with quarantine. quarantine ruined all of the progress ive made. i miss mr ****. i miss working on little shop. i miss choir and mrs morgan. i miss life. i miss life so much and i miss having a reason to get out of bed and be happy. so tell me, did it get better? when you moved out, i mean. did things get better? are you happy? is quarantine even over? did the world ever go back to normal? i hope so. i would hate for other classes to miss their graduation ceremonies. i really would. i want mine so bad but on the brightside, i lived. if i lived to read this letter i will be more proud of myself than ever. i hope you're doing well. email mr ****, and mrs morgan please and tell them how much they changed your life. im getting tired and i need somewhere to begin. and if you have a minute why dont we go, talk about it somewhere only we know, this could be the end of everything. so why dont we go, somewhere only we know. i love u, and i hope u live to read this.