A letter from Jun 3rd, 2021

Dear FutureMe, hey. tomorrow is the last day of 8th grade. we wrote something like this in fenyus’ class today, but you got that back in freshman year. i want this to mean something more, something only for me to see. i hope you're happy. i hope you’re free. i hope everything is going exactly how you want it to. i know you’ve shifted by now, but i still hope you’ve done it. god, i miss my dr. i spend every night thinking about rooftop conversations with inej, and eating waffle with nina. plotting schemes with kaz, and just laughing about a joke jesper made. still, i know you’re probably sad. depression is a *****. so is anxiety. and eating disorders. and adhd. and self harm. really, you’re life just kinda sucks. but it’s not all bad. today, you went to dave and busters with abbie and sophia and had the most fun you’ve had in months. you’re a champ at dance dance revolution, in case you forgot. please keep fighting. don’t hurt yourself. i keep looking at the cuts on my arm, but i don’t regret them. i hope you do. i don’t know what i’ll do with myself if i don’t. so if you have to, lie. idc. i’m so so so proud of you. you stayed. and that means a lot. 6th-8th grade kicked your ***, but i hope high school went amazingly. reread six of crows whenever you’re sad. it jogs the liver;) no mourners, darwin, 13, 8th grader for one more day, honorary crow, best **** softball catcher in the mgsa(maybe that’s not true, but self confidence is important)