A letter from Mar 09, 2025

Dear FutureMe, Dear FutureMe, Hello this will be about 1 years from now I will be 13.5 years old, and be in 9th grade. I hate my **** life, the only reason why I wrote this 1 years from now is because thats when I’ll have hope maybe? IT might take 20 years! please tell me you have something. I can’t deal with this so boring and mononotous life, please someday, be a good day. I lost 99.9% hope the 0.1% is barely hanging on. 7th grade is so trash I’m 12 right now. And life is so trash, it felt so sad and boring I feel emotionless. I can’t feel emotions, nothing! Since I started 6th grade till now felt the same HORRIBLE WAY! Now I see it’s affecting me physically since February of last year I’ve been seeing FRICKING colorful PIXELS flying around , PLEASE say it’ll be gone. I have short sighhness, but that’s ok plus I’ll get glasses in a few months, my vision feels flat and depressing, first because of the pixels. There are small places of tolerance in this endless pain. Everyday is a sad routine. I hope everyday get’s better but it never does. Please say this is fixed, time is relative, That’s so true, some years feel as fast as some weeks! 1.5 years can feel more same like nothing changed then 3 weeks! I wish something will change. Everything feels the same and so dissociated. I have hope. But it’s running out! I am getting tired writing this. Hopefully when I read this, I would of grown out of this 💔 Bye, to future me! I know the epiloque will probably say we will still have all this