A letter from Nov 27, 2024

Dear FutureMe, I am now 16 years old and I don’t feel any different. I’m now at NCLA and life is really busy. Anna, Taylor, and Anna’s parents are over for thanksgiving right now. I’m having a really weird day. I just feel a little sad because I felt like I was making progress in people treating me like an equal but apparently I’m not. It makes me feel sad. My heart is still going crazy, I don’t sleep well and I’m texting a boy that’s my friend from Virginia. By next year I you have decided good classes for junior year, figured out your acne a little more, been more sure about who you are, and be on track for your service hours for once. Hopefully you’re also alive by next year. Right now my life feels a little dead, literally and not literally. I love 17 years old Julia!