A letter from Jan 30, 2024

Time Travelled — over 1 year

Peaceful right?

Dear maram, its jan 29th, its technically the 30th bcs its 6am. im writing this bcs i spent the past hour crying bs of a message i received abt my looks, i wasnt really doing great before but hearing someone say the words ive been secretely saying to myself broke me, and i have no one to talk to but you. i had thoughts abt ******* myself a lot this past month, i cant stand looking at myself in the mirror and watching the hideous person staring back at me, i cant stand seeing everyone else having friendships and relationships while i have nothing, i hate myself and i hate the way i look, i hate every single part of my body and dont want to live anymore, im only here bcs its a sin to **** myself i honestly thought when i turned 18, id be over this hatred for myself and id be living my life to the fullest with friends and people who appreciate me but helas here i am, a full adult writing a letter to her future self after a breakdown at 6am and having no one to talk to. (im not gonna wake up my mom she deserves rest, and i cant let her know that her own child hates living this much) i have nothing planned and no future career in mind, everyone else seems to have their life together while im studying in la fac and will probably end up jobless and dead at 20 please answer me,did we lose weight? did we fix our pcos situation? do we have friends now? do we have a stable career in mind? do we finally have someone in our life who appreciates us? will i ever look at myself in the mirror and like what i see? if youre reading this, i just want to let you know how proud i am of you for making it through nights like this, we went through a lot throughout the years and im so ******* proud of you for pushing through everything and i sincerely hope youve learnt to love and appreciate yourself for who you are, i hope youll never feel how im feeling rn ever again. i love you so much and remember even through all of this, we will always have each other, just you and me.

Epilogue

9 months later

Hello my dear,
It truly hurts to read this back almost 3 years later. I can still feel your pain.
To answer your questions, yes you will look in the...

Evha oles dtnid’ panehp ttha ot miorrr ouy acpierapet tgiwhe elran to to adn for uloyrs,fe. I weerh ahet i owh i ytterp ewehr dybo hvae nad nhkit ym i i’m ateh adsy evha ysda dan ilslt loko. Eayrs oirdmepv os ew hrttuughoo eht but veha uhmc. Mohnts lwil live hatn ti a dna lew,ih eotdrys dhra uyo tcu emyelertx het isnvnratoeoc i no lwil pabuerk me yplocemlet two a uoy ssel ofr icsne eben ugy go st’i tspnilrahioe off dan swa gurohht whit. Tcu i veen did eh t’nidd of,f it. Ecra igeltsths elsf tceespr em sshwo bit usjt no onot teh fo woh lemfsy i eavh owthr envyeore nda. Won i i rfo iwsh yaner eocntnt glvnii clpetyerf no aounelrytnuft ym be het i btu jstu uodcl. I trnohae ont nad ot hte cear gto otsimhgen ,onpesr dna rof ilf,ulfl lates fo ta eevrn cnyampo rnontteyfulua ttas’h aenry i yet. We hhrtgou much go evyr to still oneelislsn vaeh si sohtmegin eevradyy. .
Hte pescosr we ni ctaedcpe pelnroas oru and to urisneseitiv rtrclnyeu ew laizniigfn go to got mcdhcieplaos su we lto !h!t!o anmy a iesvl ot our are. Goes teh listl lwle uto heolw aledcbe but is i me veyrihngte dan ersgsitns hpoe osatrpps. . ): we mead it.
Uyo eolv irylg i. Nthak ingatys oknws uyo srngot os ron,gts uchm rfo mi’ tiygsna dgo oot. Do dan psysibol thsi ot igdno teh hrughto ’mi i etbs psnuhgi urotghh tge tchpa nac ugroh. I nsm”ioge,th a joyne no’td i oatctnns wtan tgtien“g be nawt ot for to rgtouhh gnliiv ym feli. Fo i atdhe eb edacsr ot tawn. .

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