A letter from Jun 1st, 2021

Dear FutureMe, This is written by a very depressed and demoralized 11th grader just about to finish their school year. You will not remember yourself writing this. You will try to and when you fail, you will pretend to know. I sincerely doubt that we have made it this long, but since I am writing this letter some part of me still have hope. I also doubt that anyone beside me will ever read this, because I doubt that we will ever get a girlfriend, but in the most unlikely circumstances that we do have one, let her read this letter if you are comfortable enough to do so. I write this letter with hope that if I can make through this high school year and collage, we will make in life. I know that my worries, ambition, doubts, and perspective will change in 5 year, but I do hope that we have already achieve something, anything at all that our parents can be proud of. I hope that you will be able to resist the urge to end it. I know it's easy to do so and if you are reading this in 5 year that we were able to do so. I sound like a dramatic teen now, but I can only sound dramatic if I'm still alive to read this. Honestly, I doubt anyone would take me seriously, with how low my grades are. I hope that I can forget the weights in my heart and move on. I hope we can have a long and fulfilling. I really hope we don't die before getting there. I hope that by the I'm I read this that I am more direct and forthcoming with myself and others around me. I want to say more, but I believe that it would lose its meaning through the passage of time so I will say one last thing. Be alive. One last thing, if you are still alive, then remember to send another one of these emails to the future me and include this last sentence that you are reading right now, so that all future us (if there are any) can keep sending these until you are dead.