A letter from Aug 03, 2022

Time Travelled — almost 3 years

Peaceful right?

Dear FutureMe, Hey, it's been a hot minute but, Hi, There is so much to say. So on the 4th of July Steven kick me out... Yeah well, you got your hopes up, after 10 minutes of letting you walk off, he came looking for you. Then yelling at you for "Running away." Like WHAT! He yelled at you for 2 hours because no one was going to do anything so you watched live TV; 4th of July, he got mad because no one wanted to go outside and tried to see the fireworks. Once you said no he destroyed your room and told you to pack your bag, So you did then he said if you left then he was going to call the cops. So he was yelling at you to leave but saying if you did then he was going to call the cop and report you as a runaway. Also saying it didn't matter but he was going to tell them stories that weren't true to get me into trouble. "No one is going to believe you it's my word against yours, I'm the parent and Hopie is going to side with me." Not knowing what to do because you were scared and he wasn't letting you call anyone, It's like 1 am. So you sat there well he called you names and told you how no one loves you, you were a mistake, No one would care if you died and no one would have anything good to say at your funeral, no one would even know you were even gone because I'm not worth remembering. So yeah you're stuck right now I just hope you haven't given up yet. You are always there for everyone and you smile and never say anything, where are they? No one is here to tell me it's going to be ok, no one is telling me I'm loved, and no one smiles at me when I need one. What did I do? I just need someone to be here for me but it's always about everyone else.

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