A letter from Jan 12, 2023

Dear Jurlie, I am 15 years old and I am crying right now. I wonder, how old are you already? Have we gotten far? I will be so proud of you if you have lived through the circumstances that we are facing, however, I will not blame you nor put any resentment on you if I knew that you'd already passed. Most likely, you ****** us. I feel like we are terrible at everything. First of the list is that we don't have a beautiful look, people will judge us and will have biases because of looks. I don't really care much about it but since we're terrible at everything, it makes the situation worse. I also feel like I suck at academics, or in wrestling, as a friend, and as a daughter. I am in this constant state where I would compare myself to others. I kept making mistakes. I will be in a constant state of dread. We have no one right now. No one held me and picked the broken remnants as I broke. It was me who did it all. And at this very night I've decided that I got you, and you got me. We have each other. I have a favour to ask you. Please heal your inner teenager, please heal us. Just please.