A letter from May 26, 2023

Dear future audri, I truly dont know if I’ll even be alive to receive this letter from the amount of times and thoughts I’ve wanted to **** myself but hopefully you fought those urges and made through it. Im writing this letter during the end of 9th grade. I hope you have a job and a nice looking car. one thing you better have done for me IS GO TO A BILLIE CONCERT. I will literally make a time traveling machine if you haven’t idc go to one. By the time this letter will send..Anthony would probably be 10 and Austin would be atleast 8. I hope you moved out into your own house with your own peace. Only we know how much I’ve cried on a daily basis from the amount of yelling and trauma that house hold has caused me. Theres a lot more things i could say but i dont think I’ll be happy to since knowing me I’ll probably post this or show mom and my dad. Hopefully somebody has finally believed me about the stuff i went through and wont just call me a liar because with all the trauma, starvation, and abuse I’ve been through i am tired of being called a liar and many other things. BYEE.. AND GO TO THE FREAKING CONCERT.!!!!!