A letter from June 30th, 2020

Let's reverse the clock to a time were the people suffer. A deadly virus ******* millions. Fires burning countries. Unusual weather changes. A movement which has happened over 50 years ago yet still needs to be continued today. This is 2020. Welcome back. By the time you receive this it'll be 2025. How is your mentality? Currently, June 29, 2020 you are struggling with depression. Your anxiety is going nuts and your becoming shy. For the past few months you keep getting rejected. You end up crying in bed every night. How's your future looking? As of now you're starting the first debate team at your local high school. You have a job at a nursery. Your an artist. You recently got your permit. Boy, was that a headache. Staying up until 5 am every night for 2 weeks. Crying every test after your inner voice yells B but you get scared and chose C but then the answer is A. Your family keeps asking why you let yourself go. Why you aren't pushing yourself for that A+ but are settling for a B-. You are suffering. Can you help it? No. You can never sleep as fear has taken over you every single night. But there's one thing that keeps you going. Becoming an attorney. Passing AP English with a 130% Asking your teacher to bring up arguments with you to defend your case. Oh that sweet joy of winning an argument. You feel good. The weight of your shoulders is lifted. I can't tell you why it brings you joy but it does. Before 2020 you had the highest expectations. It must be an A! I need a 100% on every assignment! I can never miss an assignment! Then.. You became burnt out quickly. Your family kept asking why WHY WHY!? You wanted to scream but you were under the wave. Darkness all around you..No energy to move..To breath.. Being in a relationship didn't help much either. You were in a relationship for your entire freshman year. Remember him? Dylan French. Yeah, great guy. Expect you felt like he was tearing you away from making friends and parties. Your friends? Pfft more like his friends. If you were with someone he would blow you up. He spoiled you too much. He took the excitement out of small gifts. You ended the relationship to presume what your goals are. Sophomore year is apron us. Your classes? AP, Honors, and College Classes. Good bye softball and hello commitment! You'll get better. You'll be successful. Don't focus on men and women like you are now. Buy that apartment!! Adopt that handsome baby boy! You're so strong. You can handle any ************* thing. The future is waiting on you to become the strongest most baddest ***** ever. Go be that person that 15 year old wants you to be. Love yourself! ~Bella