A letter from Apr 16th, 2022

Dear FutureMe, I imagine that by the time you read this note:you'll be though the pain of the last 10 years. Are you happy now ? Who are your friends ? Do you still stay at wyebank ? Are you close with your cousins and sister? Have you had a healthy relationship? Have you forgiven anyone recently? I know that: as I write this I don't want to be alive. I'm unhappy and just lost my home along with my solitude. That most things have fallen apart and you aren't where you wanted to be at your age,you're far behind . I know you just found out the lie your mother's been telling you and it's devastated how you feel about yourself and her. I know you're losing alot of friendships you weren't ready to lose I hope that: you're happy and financially independent . Maybe in love. As I write this, I'm: sitting on the bed in my new supposed room. I'm hopeless and depressed. I hate myself and my choices and I'm empty. Sometimes I worry that: you won't be alive to read this I wish you could tell me:how we make it out of this so I could just do it Writing this letter makes me: sad that I'm not where you are but happy that you won't be where I am.