A letter from Jun 02, 2023

Dear FutureMe, I dont like to write to myself so I'm going to write this in a story version. The first day of 9th grade hits, of course, I'm excited and giddy. This Is a whole new world. The school is a bit run down, a little old, and I don't even have a teacher. I found a seat in the back of the classroom and I sat down. The girl next to me was pretty nice, and I sat by her the entire year. I even sat with her at lunch. I've always been delusional, and this is no different. I completely thought this was my friend and we would be besties for life. Back to history with the really weird teacher. My phone buzzes. It's so nice that my phone won't get taken if I look at it. This is something that will be baffling to me for the entire year. Even now, I'm texting Audrey and everyone's fine with it. "Did you have guys (ugh plural. I hate that she put plural) over this summer?" Why lie? I did. It was just one though. My life was hell throughout this year. I wanted to die and needed 24/7 supervision all year. I still kinda wanna die but whatever. I hope I'm ok. I want to be a doctor to help people. I want to be a healer. I just wanna go home. I have some friends now but I guess that doesn't matter. I hate school and I am exhausted. I have a job and I'm assuming I will still have a job my senior year. I kinda cant wait for senior year but I also wanna hold on for as long as possible. Time for summer. Just kidding. I have finals.