A letter from Jul 25, 2024

Dear FutureMe, Hey me. It's me, you, from a year ago. You probably forgot about this, since we have the memory of a goldfish and all. I hope you're doing better. I hope dad still hasn't found out about your, uh, "preference" to say the least. that'd suck. I just want you to know that, whatever you do go through, whether its another breakup with calleb (P.S. stop getting back with that *******!!) or even dad finding out, you'll be alright. If dad or mom is gone, come back here. Writing to future you might make you feel better. I mean, writing this didn't make ME feel better, but, whatever. I'm tired. Every single day, I get more tired. Doing what I used to be fun now just seems like a chore to me. I struggle with making real friends because I struggle with socializing in general. It's always awkward talking to new people because I never know what to say. I can barely hear myself think sometimes. There are times I wake up and wish I didn't. I hope those feelings aren't there anymore. Just know that even if your homophobic son-of-a-***** father does find out, mom will be there for you. if she's not, you've still got your sisters. Don't be too much of a ***** to reach out. Don't be like me. Learn from your mistakes, dumbass. -Past you (But also technically present you? and future you? time is so confusing.)