A letter from May 13th, 2023

Dear FutureMe, How are you? Are you alive? If so, do you have any friends left? At the moment I’m questioning myself, Am I a narcissist??? I really have no clue:( Uhm I’ve just read a letter from last year, 2022, and there I wrote about how I likely had gone to hell by now. Tho as I think about it I can’t go to hell fro being girlypop if no *** has taken place. How sad. And because I’m on my deathbed as a sixteen year old *** ugly virgin I’m probably gonna end up in heaven anyways. Boring ah! It feels weird writing in English to myself but if anyone ever reads this I want as many people too understand as possible, no I don’t speak Spanish nor mandarin>:( Today is Eurovision day. The graaand final. Me and our friends, Tekla hanzel Hannah eve Maffe, had made plans bout watching it together at Hanazel’s place in odenplan. However I don’t want to. And Matilda don’t want to either. So we’re gonna watch it together without them in secret. Don’t tell anyone🤭🤫. Ant to that we’ve made up some eeecusessss;). Maffe’s mom don’t let them being out this late and I’m being kidnapped to go to a birthday party of a fifty year old. How creative. To make it even more believable my mom is going to log in to my Snapchat and update the position on the map to make it look like I’m really gone. MOAHAHAHAHHAHA. To be fair they are kinda boating and we want the booze😛. Let’s just hope they don’t find out or our friendship is over, aop. Uhmmmmm. What about you then!? AAARE YOU STILL ALIVE??? I don’t get this sickness. I thought I’d be dead by long by now and here I am. Living my next best life. The best would be if my body literally wasn’t ******* itself every second causing a lot of pain each and every minute of my awake time. The national exams are going to hell and I’m brobably gonna f maths. Now I’ve written a lot. So bye😜. Ps. Don’t eat the cheese balls on the picture. They taste like ****! Don’t trust anyone how claims otherwise hmm tekla hmmm Love gustav💜