A letter from Nov 2nd, 2021

Hi, It’s me, well you really. By the time you’re reading this you are eighteen, wow, that’s so far away. Anyways, I hope I’ve came out by the time of this week but you’ll never know, maybe I’m still in the closet. I’m not feeling very well these days. Everything feels pointless. The dysphoria I have to deal with everyday is exhausting. School is hard. I find it difficult to study for minor things, even if I really want to I just can’t get myself to do it. 2 days ago I ordered prude flags and pins from partkungen. I’m planning to use the flags to come out to dad. I’m picking them up from Ica in a couple of hours. I hope you’re feeling better, and if you have started hormones I hope that they have helped with the dysphoria. Maybe you’re even having top surgery soon. I just realized that you might not get this letter, you have probably changed your email from out dead and to something new. Do I still like the name Leo or have we decided on something new. I hope you have people around you who supports you and loves you more than I love myself. I can’t remember the last time I felt genuinely happy. Goodbye, Leo