A letter from December 17th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, Okay ka na ba? Nasabi mo na ba sa kanila? Wala namang nangyari di ba? Nasabi mo na ba kay Jacob na crush mo sya? Or na reject tayo? It's okay, ngayon naman wala na rin masyado so I doubt that you actually confessed. Have you told them about our possible anxiety? Have we changed? I hope you got new friends, and if possible, I hope you avoid doing embarrassing things to help stop our anxiety. Right now, I guess I'm doing fine. In December 12, I told Ate Faith and Ate Arlenky about our dream or memory. Right now I'm still not sure whether it's a dream or memory, but I'm kinda happy that someone finally took it seriously. I know you might be either laughing or crying or cringing, right now. But just so you know, I'm trying to be sincere. And, today is 12/7/2020, I am 12 years old now. Grade 7 and in PSU LJHS. 5 years, in my 17th birthday, you're gonna get this. I hope you're happy now. I hope that future me isn't depressed. I hope that future me isn't suffering from sudden tears anymore. I hope that future me isn't suffering from any disorder and is just living her normal life. I hope that future me can finally walk outside, confident, carefree, isn't insecure, and is happy with my friends. I hope, if you're now attending school, I wish you would stop doing what we do since 5th grade. Hope you're still doing fine, it must have been overwhelming, but hope you get through it! I love you future self! -Agatha Lagan, December 17, 2020