A letter from Jun 07, 2025

Dear 18 year old me, Are you okay? Has everything worked out? Please. I need this hope. Please. I hope you're fine now, and things are better. Finally figured stuff out, made a proper life. Hell, anything. Right now things aren't so good. I cant lose weight. Mom won't stop bothering me. I gave up on telling people I go by different stuff. I'm ugly. I look like a girl. I don't pass. I'm going insane slowly. Please, tell me everything will be okay... I love you.