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...

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Asyedstu shse <3 e,lyovl ohyut si be and oosn eirdnf bhu wne to my i llwi h dsysrhatu og. S tem i dna h sth’at who. .
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On was te,hn nwte tno deiiefnlyt evro out kiel htat put hte rof yb ist’ 2-3 ughh,ot oehrt vroe dbeacle 🙄 onw soocnvurria venciasc seyar anht.
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(in het (>: ’tndo sgoh !bmdu eht *dm)ussb aeusmhtoe of rwee l’il otd’n aelsep etme eb sloa nerttnei! donram os sawt’n he ffo gihtn oyu uyo od oot mdield uyo ro lcuyk ruyo zy!cra the aslp emtinge niaag ti nda lpeoep dn’to.
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Ya be <3 veol okya oy’llu. Nwok it rdcesa ueoyr’ will yuo tisll spas tub.