A letter from March 23rd, 2021

to me I'm sixteen now and school has just begun. In fact, I have no friends in my classroom, but I'm handling this. I don't know, It's hard for me. It's overwhelming and exhausting. I don't know why I am writing in English. Actually, I know why, maybe it is just confidence from the ignorance. To write more about these days, the corona is still everywhere, but I still go to school(plus zoom class) I'm starving now, I tried PETA pasta for dinner, it wasn't my type. P.S. Are you a still virson?