A letter from Jul 7th, 2021

Hey. You're 21. Huh. Weird to think that you're capable of drinking now (not that I'm planning on doing that). I hope this letter finds you in a good spot. Honestly, I'm feeling kind of angry right now. Everyone around me (you) is pairing off, or has at least kissed someone before. And I'm just... me. Every time I try to get close to someone, I end up getting friendzoned or rejected. I'm just the weird, lanky nerdy girl that nobody wants. I don't want to let anyone know that it hurts. I'm always doing this thing where I'll call myself hot or say I don't need a man/woman in my life, anyway; but it's all a front. To put it simply, I wanna dance with somebody. Nobody wants to dance with me. And I feel like I can't even complain about it without coming off whiny and incelly. I just wish you could talk to me. Let me know if you meet someone, or if you somehow figure out the problem and accept it. I wish I knew I wasn't meant to be alone forever–and I know that's dramatic and I'm most certainly not, but it sure feels that way sometimes. Also, how's the fanfic going? Sincerely, you but younger and angstier.