A letter from Sep 3rd, 2021

Dear FutureMe, helloooo. It's me, or you, 16 year old you? I would ask if you miss me but i know you probably don't. Things are really hard right now, and honestly I really don't have anyone else to talk to at the moment. You know how things with mom and dad are right now. Today I think was one of the worst. I know you know this already, but they act as if I don't do anything ever. They tell me that they know that life is stressful but it doesn't mean i can't focus on my responsibilities. Gods I wish they knew what goes on in my head right now. School is stressful, I'm taking 3 AP classes and I already know that i'm probably going to fail History. Mr. Williams said I should try harder, but I already am giving my full potential. I'm just not good enough. I'm not good enough for anyone. All my friends are fake, they only talk to me when they don't have anyone else to talk to. And Elizabeth? Gods it feels as if she's the only friend I'll ever have, but honestly? I'm really doubting we'll last after high school. I don't really think she likes me all that much. Sometimes I think things just won't get better. I really hope they are. I hope you do everything mom and dad don't let me do. They won't let me do karate right now. Gods this probably sounds so childish and irrelevant to real life problems that you might be having. but id who else I can tell this too. i should write an anonymous blog with all my thoughts. they say so many bad things about me sometimes I wonder why they even wanted kids in the first place if they're going to treat me this bad. And then they say I love you afterward as if that fixes everything. I just wanna leave. hope you're ok. I hope mom and dad get better. I hope you follow your dreams. I hope you do what you like because its your life. Live our lives to the fullest for me please. You have to. You got this, and we'll get through this, you and me.