A letter from May 28, 2025

Dear FutureMe, Hey, how are you doing? It's 9 pm and yes I'm crying again. To refresh your memory, I just got off a call with mom and dad. And per usual, I feel like a fraud. Dad met one of our old teachers and told her how proud he is and yes she was elated to see that we "made it". But how do I tell them? How do I let them knowthat their perfect fist daughter is dying inside? I didn't want to date this letter for way ahead in time, I'm not even sure if I'll still be there when you get this. If we made it this long, I hope you're doing okay. Maybe we were brave enough to ask for help? Did we finally come out? OR Are we still drawnimg in our own thoughts like I am right now? Are we still alone as I am right now? Yes we have a few friends but that doesn't help. I still feel so alone. I'm only 19 but I already feel like I can't do this life thing anymore. I just really hope if you are still there that you're okay, that you finally got the help you so desparately needed. I don't have much to say, there isn't much to say when I don't even expect you to make it for another year. So if you're still there then thank you for being brave, for both of us.