A letter from Jun 22, 2022

Dear FutureMe, We’re supposed to start with writing about our current life and who we are now. I’m a thirteen year old girl, fourteen by August. Thirteen writing this and eighteen years old reading it. I’m currently writing in my eighth grade online class, with my teacher. She’s an amazing teacher, the best I've had this year. She gives us fun projects instead of five page exams which in my opinion, is awesome. The people in the class are kind and respectful-sometimes. It’s almost the end of my eighth grade year and as I’m writing this, everyone is arguing about which movie to watch. To be brutally honest, I probably won't be able to finish this by the end of class now that I think about it. I’ve always been working on assignments at the most random times. Dear FutureMe, Use your time wisely. My hope for the future is to become healthier, stronger and wiser. Can you do that for me? Because right now, I can’t even stand up for myself without crying. Even when I’m right. Always when I’m right. When I try, I feel lost and scared. I felt stupid, so stupid. Dear FutureMe, don’t be stupid. The words don’t come out right or don’t come out at all. Maybe because I’m trying too hard or not trying at all. I’m always so angry, disappointed and afraid. Afraid I’ll stay the same, and won’t grow up. Afraid that I’ll open this letter and think what a waste the last few years have been. But you're going to change all of that because you can. Dear FutureMe, you can. I’ve always dreamt of becoming what they wanted for the past years of my life. Why? Because what they expect me to be. Was unknown to becoming someone that they wouldn’t expect. Dear Future me, Surprise them. “What do you want to be when you grow up?” they asked. I’d reply with something that’ll satisfy them. They smiled to their satisfaction. Dear FutureMe, Satisfy yourself. I predict that once I’m about to graduate, I’d be happier and smarter. Because that’s what I want for me, what I have to be. Don’t look back, Kay? Dear FutureMe, Inhale the future. Exhale the past. You’re graduating. You're going to be okay. You’re going to become an adult. You're going to love yourself. You’ve experienced many beautiful moments. You’ve also experienced the opposite. But that's okay. Dear FutureMe, Whatever you do, do it for you. That’s it, Me.