A letter from Sep 12th, 2021

Dear FutureMe, hello, how are you doing? Its me, 15 year old Prish. i feel so alone right now, fighting with my closest friend, getting moms silent treatment, grandma being grandma, everything is going wrong. I can't help but feel the urge to die and to end it all. this is so exhausting I just simply can't anymore. but I'm going to try hard. I hope I receive this letter some day n I hope I find peace till then. I hope I'm less toxic and have better control over myself. I hope I'm not as clumsy as I'm today. I hope I'm less of a disappointment till then. I hope I have a better hold of my life. I hope I'm a different person than i am right now, I hope everything works out. And i realize I'll have to work for all of that and it's pressuring. gee, how great, ive joined the "pressure the **** out of prisha for funsies" but it's ok, i love you no matter what. if you're still feeling alone, you have me, you have yourself. it's all gonna get better if we make it better. I love you. so much.