A letter from June 13th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, you wrote this while having a breakdown so prepare for the feels. how are we doing? hopefully we’re still alive but if we aren’t i understand. currently we are 13 years old. it is 12:32 am on June 13, 2020. wow what a year that was. anyway, i’m not going to say i love you because if i’m completely honest with you i don’t. but i hope you do!! i hope we make it out of this viper pit of depression and massive social anxiety. i just want you to know that you were brave. you were so so brave. 97% of you wanted to die, wanted to disappear and not come back; but that 3% of other people’s feelings kept you here. i can’t say i’m glad because i’m not but i hope you are. i hope your days are filled with love and happiness because you spent so much time hating yourself that you couldn’t experience true love. if we do die, where do you think we’ll end up? hell most likely but if we don’t, i hope we’re having fun. i know the people we left behind aren’t. right now we’re in a really low spot, the same ol’ not telling anyone how we feel and suffering in the early morning. but now we have to fake smiles and body positivity and we aren’t exactly on the best terms with ourself. wherever you are in life (or afterlife) i want you to know, you had people who loved you despite what you might’ve thought. i hope things are great and that the future treats us well 🖤✌️ with great sincerity, your past self 🐌✨