A letter from June 1st, 2020

Dear FutureMe, I want to say that, i wish you'll make it till this year. I know what you're going though, and i wish you're going to be alive by 2025. Right now im 13 years old and you may not belive me, but it's you from the 2020. Rn theres soo much rasism, and the trump is bad. Never give up, never. Even if it takes a day, make that day a dream. I really want to **** myself and i don't know what to do, but im going to fight till *****. Im verry sad, like theres noone trying to help me, i say to my friend Zane that i have depression and i want to **** myself but i wish she would listen to me. Please be friends with her if you're not now. Go to her and ask her to forgive you and just say how sorry you are for everything. I hate my life, how i look, how i talk, how ****** i am... but no cap, im a bad *****, and im not going to change, im going to be the clown i am, and hurt sum pepole if they say sum. I wish that our grandmaa is still there, and if not just tell her that u love her, cause i do now. Rn im looking at her, she's soo pretty, soo cute. I wish that rasism ends. BYE FUTURE BITHCHH😙✌