A letter from May 19th, 2021

Dear K, you'd probably not remember me writing this today right now. it's 19 may 2021 today. im 16. i think deep down the reason im even writing this letter is to give myself a kind of hope that i would be able to survive as long as to read this letter again. it all seems so stupid and fragile right now. i feel like that as well. i dont kknow how to cope with all these changes. i dont know how to actually express myself in the ways i really want to. i dont know how to talk to my friends. i can only hope that with time it'll change. love, k.