A letter from Feb 09, 2023

Peaceful right?

Dear FutureMe, well if you're wondering its 11:06 pm and im crying because who knows why. Sophomore year has brought its highs and lows lows: -the extreme anxiety of being alive -basketball stress -club volleyball crap -school volleyball toxicity that almost broke me -friends being an absolute mess -Spanish II -balance or school and sports and family and social highs: -ava (literally biggest blessing this year and she has no idea) -basketball teammates -new friends -being able to drive -being friends with annalise -lola and I being iconic -ruby imbo -all the imbos -livi so if you cant tell people are our biggest high and low right now. what im really sad about is senior night. Lydia and Kam not being here next year is sad. But, it has me thinking that all my favorite juniors will be seniors next year. what am I gonna do without them? I dont know. honestly its been a rough little while but thats ok. -love had

Epilogue

6 days later

babe.
life changes.
we still cry sometimes.
ava...

And yuo a adn ti meessd up gdoo hda yuo nur. .
Era dna oyu ncsio allo sllit.
Si tlils osmeawe elnsiana.
Of erev alydi one uyro si renmi elpoep avf.
Srewo ohlsco egst.
3 uyo nashisp dpordep.
Dvngrii ew vvvvleo.
Soije adn are ttihg oyu wno.
Ulbc btw qiut ouy.
Nam ht6 still.
Is sbf aigna ryou addie.
Allitccarpy camebe eht oisbm ymflai.
Auotcnc si dgyin kbna uyo.
And oyu ihrtev anwna ainga.