A letter from Sep 4th, 2021

hey rye, i'm uuuuhhhhh not doing too hot. i hope you're doing better. welding maybe? or hey maybe we're already in an apprenticeship? that'd be pretty rad :] i hope we're around to read this. i really, really, really ****** hope we're around to read this. have we been clean? i'm proud of you even if we haven't been. i know better than anyone how hard **** can get for us. anyways uh. i just finished a com for samantha (have we done more for her now?) it's funny our therapist, you probably don't see her specifically anymore, told me i needed to write to my future self, but i don't think this is what she had in mind. it's getting pretty late (not really, it's only 12:30 am), so i think i'm going to head down to bed. i love you bunches and bunches! forever yours, fourteen