A letter from Feb 13, 2025

Dear FutureMe, I hope your mental health is improving and better. I’m 12 now, turning 13 in November. I really wanna die. I really wanna just disappear. I hate myself, but for you I hope you’re improving. I’m hoping you’re better. I’m hoping that you know your worth, dont let people play you okay? You’re worth a lot. I love you, well not right now. But I know you’ll succeed in everything you want, so I love you. If you want it you can. Be the best version of yourself. Oh and, I hope I’ve stopped cutting myself by then. Take care.