A letter from Jun 19th, 2021

Dear FutureMe, I don't want you to think of me as childish, so just know that what might seem young to you is perfectly fine to me. It's currently June 19th 2021, 5:50 P.M., I'm sitting in my bed. We just figured out why we would miss school so much, and we're almost ready to leave for the beach. I know that it might seem hard to believe but I love you a lot. We've been switching out emotions on and off as we need, if we're feeling sad then why not feel at all? But it's stayed constant that we have to try and not get angry at ourself. Stop trying so hard to be perfect, okay? If someone's being mean or unfair to you, he mean and unfair back, don't me a pushover. Stop pushing yourself so hard, take a break. I might be projecting because you might not do these things, but I do, and I hope you don't. I hope that this gets to you in time for when you need it most. In the end, we're all we need, right? If everyone leaves, we still have each other. I hope that you have a girlfriend or a boyfriend or a theyfriend. I hope that mother accepts us. I hope for a lot of things, but I hope we turn out alright. Please don't **** yourself by the way. I want this to be useful and it can't be useful if you're dead. There's no way to really end this without sounding odd and I don't know if this is too much or too little. Be fast because we've always just been out running our problems, and it's always worked. Be kind because people will remember you for it. Be healthy, c'mon, you know why. I love you and if you ever forget it you'll regret it, that's a threat. Mwah! Love Hannah~