A letter from Jul 21st, 2021

dear idiot, hi, i’m not sure we’ll even be using this email in five years, if we are, hi. if we aren’t dead yet, how’re you? i’m doing okay, we were in what was probably the worst depressive episode of our life a month or two ago, but we seem to be out of it now, so. our birthdays in 3 days, we’ll be thirteen, fun. also getting a septum piercing. this school year was really hard, we barely went to school at all. we’re probably going into english when school starts again, hopefully it’ll be easier to go. i really don’t wanna be held back or something. hopefully we lose the weight before high school, and get into decent shape if i’m gonna have to indure high school P.E, guess that’ll be my goal till then. psychiatrist says i’m gonna surpass mom and brooklyn in height, crossing my fingers. honestly if standards weren’t a thing, if we could look however we wanted, if we could have five arms and no eyes, i think i’d wanna be short. i like the way it looks, and y’know not super skinny and lanky, like how i want with standards, have a little bit of chub, wear a big mushroom hat, befriend the bugs, i’m kinda just describing a fantasy life i’d love to live. but alas, this is the world we live in, and i’m stuck living it. i’m scared of ***** y’know, don’t know if we will be in 5 years. i’m kinda just rambling here. please tell me we have at least some sort of plan for the future, please. i don’t think i wanna say anything else bye bye -kero