A letter from May 15th, 2021

Peaceful right?

Dear FutureMe, This is gonna be cringe, But I hope corona is over by then. It’s settled a lot in our country, but does it f*** us over and choose to have a quarantine. How’s dad and his gf? Don’t worry, I don’t hate her, she tries her best. I don’t wanna say her name on this cause it’s gonna be public, but either way, are they well? I’m writing this from a random YouTube letter - I’m making a few, I just hope I don’t rid of this gmail. - how’s school going, 15th of May 2022? Hope all the friends are treating you well, it’s been an easy start, but I doubt that’ll keep on forever. Let’s hope. I wrote a letter back in year 6 to my year 12 self, so I won’t make one for my year 12 self on here. I quite easily doubt myself, as you know, but if there really has been a relationship, what is it? Who with? Really, I don’t think I care too much about wanting to date, but just in case I change my mind. Are you getting out more? Going out on the weekend with your friends? Or keeping to yourself in your little haven of your room? I feel like crying for some reason. Maybe to do with the fastness of life? Maybe something otherwise. I wanna know how you look? Have you changed for beauty standard sakes? Your own health sakes? Or just are yourself, aka me, not too unhealthy. I really have no idea what will happen. Last year until about a little while before the end of the year, I didn’t realise I’d be leaving my old school. I love it, I wanted to since I was little. They were mean, they would pick on me sometimes. But then again, we were kinda close like a little family. It was so small. OH, have you made NEW friends yet again? Lost a few? I’m scared for that. It’ll be a year and a bit from when I met them. Part time job - did you get it or weasel out of it like the chicken we are. The uncomfortableness too much? When you are done reading this, I want you to sit outside, wherever that is, and just shut your eyes. It could be stressful, but in the end, It’ll turn out okay. Bye future me, because I have no more words to say

Epilogue

about 3 years later

I’m re-writing my reply. God year 11 got to me. When I read this I cried. But I’m out of school now (left after year 11) for 2 and a...

Eyars ahfl. In enbe 3 itdrneeff ei’v jsob. Rof stohmn reyas 2 2 rcaecdihl. Ni retahr owh age traef lfte iksd emas oklo sadirele onw het rouy eeovfrr ou’eyv vahe rmhca nath wrog ouy ucesabe ougrp u’ody pu. Y,areld -25 raye teh htem you osld vleo. Lla asw ltdo laevngi aspetrn oyu, sono em smsi i eyht i ltye’lh lvedo isda het thme hewn. Ohesemtau ehav ouy ouy vemos hwo a wtih. Uoy evah fo no dsbtuo ayst his ’ehs ouy aucse tetsa eethhwr fitcnegfa latmne alhtghuo r,eatg slduho oyu omsuaseeth. S’he (no, ton uofdos a rifoeydbn. Eh aguolthh uoy eenvr p)aenph o’tdn inrefd, sbte yuo as ushc him esse loteabulys ees nonga a sa. V s’that. Atgre hs’se. Sah erh fb a stib to adn lvoe j! seh o!to.
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’vteanh a enbe roeinbfyd ahha tbu on ie’v had tasde. Otghuh tedas 2 loyn. Rretapn hmi lsepae ew( pa,as yulol’ hes’ otn noso ttreyp sutj ascsfily godo an a avlee ouy hes’ )ex so orf tno’d sa an eahv mhi ex.
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Teetlr rshdules!o ewnh tisfr a utc to itsme! wotre to tohsr ouy ym raih my hist ewf ie’v selco. A i’st etnh yrou ethn iixep up euorcold an dna aylwfha nwo uot ideern-xf kecn onwgr lstmoa !ctu it. Uprepl a uodcolre oruy der uory htat ti alunart slook itsers ilmaris ti wnrob to pr,uepl it wno nda was ikpyn and ehtn i’ts asw. My ot tewn dan ithw iecn and ouy ho asw yuo retdi it how samraca o!kol aeth nuf tals ahhlguot i acef cear it kwro dan ltef tihng i batuo <3.
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Eadytsus og wne bhu eb to liwl 3< i h lly,evo dna is ehss thussdyar my oons firned uothy. H who ttash’ nad s i tem. .
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Aws no nwo nwte tlynifeied otn ofr vreo 2-3 ovre kiel 🙄 eadlceb to,uhgh ’its out otehr iosaocnrrvu utp yrase tahn ,hnet htat sneavcic eht by.
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Nad aigna dnt’o too zc!yar so eth olas tenret!ni mu!db he opepel or ouy ti of ni( ghso ngitmee uoy oadnmr hgnti do midedl eewr you epalse ’dtno uryo the pasl mb*u)dss i’ll ethaoemus eth (>: lykcu ’odnt eb teem ffo ts’wna.
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Lvoe be yoka ly’luo ya <3. But uyo sasp onwk or’yue illw istll adrcse it.

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