A letter from Jan 05, 2025

Dear Me, It is January 4th, 2025. We've made it to a new year. We really didn't think we would make it this far. We have been so close to buying a *** so many times, but luckily we never did. Still, I imagine it'll happen someday. Hopefully we'll still be around to read this when it arrives though. Right now we're in a very difficult spot. We've got one last semester of high school, but we just effectively received proof that we don't fit in with our friend group. At this very moment they are all at a birthday party for Hazel and we weren't invited until last minute and chose not to go. Maybe it's sad; a new year, we should have a new outlook on friends and life. I guess we're just a little too insecure. Too insecure to ask Nora out, even though we think we really like her. God what a mess. Personally, I think we're just alone and struggling to find anyone who's connection we believe in. Who knows though. In a year we will be in college I imagine. Everything will be completely different from now. That scares me. Are we living in fear? Or something else?