A letter from Feb 03, 2025

if you’re reading this then we made it through 2025. for some reason you saw worth in living further. i just don’t think i can do it anymore, im not made for this. im not made to give this stupid exam and compete against so many people and just…im really ******* sorry for disappointing you. it feels like being sorry is all i do these days. i think i either need to run away or i need to **** myself. im sorry again. i really hope you’ll be reading this. one day maybe mother will understand what’s actually happening to me. until then, k.