A letter from Jun 06, 2023

Dear FutureMe, It’s been over three years since I have written one of these. Three years in adolescence is a lot of time. I would like to say that I have changed a lot. I want to to tell past me that we are finally okay, but that would be a lie. Our parents aren’t together anymore (that was a shock) and you never found a guy that would like you. It breaks my heart knowing that I was in such a dark place at only 12 years old, especially since it was going to get so much worse. Anyways, let’s get to my life now. I’m not quite 16, but I did have a Hardship License which allowed for me to drive by myself. About a month after I got that license, I got into a really bad car wreck. I didn’t die or obtain any life threatening injuries, but that day affected me more than any other. I remember waking up in my car and feeling the heat attacking my face. The loud yells and screeches from people passing by. Most of all, I remember the fear. I was 15, sitting alone with glass and blood covering my body and no one there to help. For a full day I thought that I had ****** someone in that accident. The man that hit me is fine, but I guess in some ways I wasn’t. It’s been 3 months since the accident and I have gotten to the place where I can joke about it; however, the memories can’t go away. In 3 days, I will be going to Italy! That’s exciting right! But after that I have to find a car with the little bit of money insurance gave me and prepare for my junior year of high school. Maybe, just maybe, this year you will finally find a guy who finds you somewhat attractive. Maybe you will even land your first kiss. Even if you don’t, I will be proud of you because you made it out of your teenage years. I hope that college is going well and that you finally found a place where you feel at home. Let me know if we have a baby half-sister now or if we finally talked some sense into dad. Remember, even if no one else does, I love you.