A letter from December 11th, 2017

Dear FutureMe, 11 December, 2017 Hi. I'm in smart period right now. I just finished a makeup run. Well, not really 'finish'. I only did two of four laps which is an F, but it's better than a double zero. I want to cry again but I don't think I'm going to. I just feel so judged for underperforming. I feel like I'm being made out as a lazy loser when I really tried. I tried so much, but within the first ten seconds I felt like dying. I stretched too hard during the calf exercises and it threw me off. That and the fact that I just can't run. I suck so incredibly much and I still don't know how to tell my Mom that I'm gonna fail P.E. And Geometry. Oh and don't forget Chem. Jesus Christ, **** me so much. I have a presentation in History after this. Honeywell's. I'm not really dreading it but I don't want to go on in front of the class and look down at my notes and have my double chin make a friendly appearance to my classmates. It's so unattractive and there's like three cute guys in that class. Anyways, hi. Just wanted to check in. I hope all is swell and if it isn't then please fix it. Fifteen year old us wants you to desperately before she cracks beneath the surface. Lol, I'm so dramatic.