A letter from December 11th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, This is 13 year old you writing as of now, wanting to leave and being confused and just lost. It's 2020,one of the worst years of my life. There's a pandemic, still can't read, and my depression is worsening. I've been trying to hold on, and if you're reading this well, good job. You made it. You're probably sitting down with Dan and Blake huh? or maybe something happened and you aren't friends anymore.