A letter from May 14th, 2021

please present me with your breath To put it plainly, I'm sad. I'm moping like an idiot and I hate it. Ava's been messaging me less and less. I think she's sick of me. I'm sure her time is occupied by her new friends. I try to tell myself she's just busy with her own troubles but my brain is betraying me. I miss her. She tells me that she loves me but I wonder if she's falling out of it. It's fair, I wouldn't waste my time on myself, I'm pathetic. But then again I AM doing just that by writing to you, since you're me. I'm on new daily meds for my migraines as of last week. I wonder if they're the ones making me moody? They are the ones that are antidepressants. I think this way quite often these days. Anyways I have a semester worth of schoolwork to do in less than three weeks so wish me luck. I'm sure you figured it out. This is sending in a year, so hopefully you didn't pull the same thing again idiot. I love you. You