A letter from Jul 27, 2024

Hi dear me, dear future me, First of all, I love you. Just… please, remember that. You’re amazing. And second of all… well, you know in all logic, next year at this time of the hear you would have finished your second 12th degree year, as I had to redo my year after so many days not coming to class. So… how did things go, in the new high school? Honestly right now I’m so confident that it’s going to happen just fine. Maybe some struggles, not even maybe, as they are going to be some struggles for sure, but I know you’ll be able to make it through. And now, you have people to count on. I mean, some of your old friends are still there, but they’re reaaally not the one we thought would stay. As the ones we trusted so much changed their behaviour so abruptly. Anyways, it’s all in the past (sort of) and now you have the ones who you know for sure will not let you down. Not meaning they will never go, because they certainly will one day, that’s how life works after all, but they will not abandon you for some absurd reasons. And by the way, I know our past self thought she was bi, but we do know we’re certainly not, we’re a lil bit more… fruity you know x) Anyways, about that, I don’t know if in the end you know who decided to come in this school too, but if she did… you know, even if I’m supposed to be trying to move, I can’t help but hope that maybe, if we end up in the same micro-school like we were supposed to, something’s going to happen in the end. Because she was the first for me. I was not the first for her, I know that for sure, but she was for me. And if nothing happened, which might be the best after all, I hope you found someone kind and caring. I hope you’ll be able to go to Japan as you wanted to (if you were then you are most certainly there at the moment), and I hope you’ll be able to do everything you wanted to (you know, find a job, go to school, study at least a bit, do some of the workouts you found, practice flute and cello, swim again). And I hope you’ll find some pretty clothes, cute places to hang out to, interesting things to do. Don’t say at home. Not too much. For your own good. I love you, Your depressed, anxious but still curious old self