A letter from July 16th, 2017

Dear FutureMe, I think I'm a lesbian. I don't want to be like that. I SHOULDN'T be like that. What would Trinity say? I kind of have a crush on her, but she can't ever know about it. I'm not going to let myself lose her over something so ******* stupid. She's my only friend - maybe that's why I've been romanticizing her in my head. I hope you figured this **** out. I'm so confused and I just want to cry and the only people who give a **** about how I feel are Wattpad followers. Is it sad that I trust Internet strangers more than I trust my own family? I don't want Ashley to scream about how I'm going to Hell, not like she did when I told her that I'm agnostic. I couldn't handle that right now. I need to get out of this town. I have to. Hopefully, I'll get into Stanford, but, if that doesn't work, I'll go to UGA. I hate Statesboro so much. Or maybe I hate that I don't feel like myself here. New town, new start. ****, I hope everything will work out. I feel so lost and confused, and I know I'm alone in this. Maybe you did move. Maybe people accepted you. Maybe you're married to a very nice person that you love. Maybe everything turned out okay. Slightly freaked out, Your past self.