A letter from April 27th, 2025

hi, honeybun. god. 18? crazy, right? are you still there? there's so many ways **** could go sideways, and i pray to God that it won't. i don't know if you can handle any more of it after everything that's gone down this year, and that's bound to go down within the next.i'm so scared. scared for what's next. i don't know what the future holds. i want to help people. maybe be a nurse or a doctor. but can i do it? i think maybe i'm a generally unmotivated person. half the time i don't even feel motivated to live. school's almost out. you've almost made it. don't give up. senior year is your year, remember? i love you, okay? none of that **** was your fault, and the things that were?oh well. nothing can be done about it now, right?just keep praying, don't sleep in your clothes, and keep holding on.when nobody else is rooting for you, i am. i got your back.happy birthday to you, pretty girl.love you,your past, 17 year old self.