A letter from Mar 03, 2024

Dear FutureMe, It’s Elizabeth (aka you tf 🤨) from a year ago, right now im 16, it’s March 3, 2024 and i’m so excited to go to NORWAYYYY AAAH. Anywaysss please please please tell me you know what to do with your life and you’re not in Armenia anymore, or at least you’re going to study in America or Canada because i hate this place. Please tell me you eventually got your mom to accept you for who you are and let you dress up however you want. Maybe you got a boyfrienddd ehehheheheh (please), i’ve got no game though 😕. I hope Norway goes really good im so so excited omgggggggg 😫. Anywaysss I’m turning 17 this year but you’ll get this email the day you turn 18, i hope you made money over the summer and i hope mom let you take those nail classes and become a nail tech for extra cash. OOH MAYBE you have a boyfriend from Canada/America who’s very LOYAL and treats you like a princess and you’re in love with him and you get to go see him 🤭. I hope you got more friends and got over the fear of talking to people and became more social and outgoing like you were as a child. I hope we get to meet my Tutu i love her smm, she’s the bestest friend, i hope you’re still friends with her PLEASE. I hope you got more and more confident and starting rocking makeup and became an it girl. I hope you stopped having times when you feel nothing even though its getting less now and i hope the next two summers until you get this email are a blast. Maybe you even got the ear piercing you’ve wanted 🤩. I really really hope you have plans to move out and live alone away from your household, they too controlling omds. ALSO SEND A LETTER TO YOUR 21 YEAR OLD SELF WHEN YOU READ THIS YOU *****. I have no idea what to say anymore but i want to say more so i don’t disappoint my 18 year old self ughhhh. I hope you get better with expressing your emotions and don’t start crying when someone asks if you’re okay. Seriously please stop doing that i know we got our problems but its so sad to not be able to express myself and suffer in this alone. Even though i would rather suffer alone than ever tell anyone about whats going on inside of my messed up head, i just know people will start resenting me. It’s okay though, i’ve always been the therapist friend, i’m supposed to be happy always. I’m this always happy, hyper, cheery (is that even a word), positive friend for everyone and i’d like it to stay that way. Also 18 sounds a lil too serious for me like will i even be alive by then? 💀 Actually i hope i will be, i don’t wanna die. The thought of dying terrifies me, i never let myself think about dying even when i was at my worst, sometimes it did take over though. Hopefully you’ll get the tramp stamp tattoo you’ve wanted and a belly button piercing, maybe even a semi colon tattoo? idk but if you’re reading this Elizabeth, you’re old as hell now ***** so like count your days cuz ur ancient atp, but i hope you find the one and only true love, i hope you become richhhh, i hope you pursue your real dream job and i hope you have a happy life and get over your trauma. I wish i could say i love you but i don’t. (this was so hard to write, this **** is CORNYYY)