A letter from Jun 7th, 2021

Dear Future Em, Hey. it's been a while since we last talked. Uh how are you? Nearly 21 I guess, right? this year has been hard. especially on me and my mental health. I relapsed for like the millionth time this past year. I just wish I could hit fast-forward like on a remote that controls my life. I'm not expected to pass to the eleventh grade this year. It makes me feel a bit stupid, I supposed to be top of my class. How am I expected to go to college and be something in life if I cant even pass the ******* tenth grade. But you don't have to worry about that now. You have passed and hopefully went to uni. If not I mean, that's not the worst thing ever. As long as you are doing good and alive then I'm ok with that. I hope Macey is there with you. Right now she is squeaking a stupid dog toy that dad got her. OH have you moved out yet? I can't wait to be able to call a place my own.