A letter from Jun 18, 2022

redeta, i just finished speed typing my lab report that I submitted late that's 15 % of my grade and being sad abt not getting grad parties and exam on Wednesday bc its fridays rn and I'm so sad and grad party eminds me of graduation and there's a ncotine pen in my uterus belly and I'm cramping and becoming dean. I'm struggling you're the only one I can speak with I'm looking thru photos and there are screenshots of me speaking to my friends abt my trauma sodiscriptively I feel so horrible for doing that I don't care what anyone says. I'll only speak to you. i hope you don't hate me for annoying you. I'm smoking and I have to pee and I feel like everything is so new and scary and I don't know ow o survive without you. i wish I could speak to you everyday, and you can speak to older us and older us to another older us. my blog has been up for a year and 3 days. my new friends are asleep and therapy is many hrs away. why am I real. i haven taken off yesterdays makeup from school its 1 am on June 18th I'm sorry and thank you. please come soon.