A letter from Jun 23, 2024

Dear FutureMe, taken from notes app today: this summer is ****, just for me though. i’m laying on my bed on my phone. same as yesterday and the day before and every other day. i put up a story asking people to hang out, no one responded. i asked individually, “sorry no im busy, maybe next week”. i can’t stop checking snap maps and seeing everyone with their friends, doing fun things while im here alone at home rotting in bed. if i dont joke about it i might breakdown. i just stalked everyone who im not friends with on social media. their lives seem so good, but also so distant from mine. i try to comprehend that i will never be like them but i can’t stop wishing for change. my parents are disappointed and worried. their social life is better than mine even after working all day. it’s 20 degrees outside and i have spent the entire day sopping up my sadness. i’m hungry and cold but i can’t move. tears are permanently leaving my eyes. all i wanted was to go outside and walk with someone my age… i’m fifteen but i still feel the same as i was when i was eleven, lonely and friendless. hopefully something has changed by the time this letter has reached you.