A letter from Nov 2nd, 2021

Dear FutureMe, Hey, so this is me from November 2021, no clue what the heck life is doing with me. Everything sucks, like EVERYTHING. I can't say anything is good, if I say it, it gets spoiled too soon. Why? Actually, why won't ***** choose me? Is there something's actually left to live? I am under verbal abuse, I am not at all fine mentally, I fear losing the people I love if I continue with this mentality. How, how much more of this is left? Just suffering, and pretending everything to be fine? How the hell do I forget my past wounds and scars, and why should I? My pre-boards are here in like 20 days, and I am trying to be okay with them. I am sending this somewhere in April because by then I hope you might have been done with grade 10, and school life completely. I know, it's hard, it's very fuxking hard to cope with this stress and your panic attacks are worse, but I hope when you receive this, hopefully, things are fine. I want you to embrace the upcoming life, though it's very much modest of me to anticipate that. Well, more than this seeming as a depressive read, I want to make an inquiry if everything's okay because everything right now feels as if in a stretched version and very elongated for an unknown amount of time. I want to check in, gosh now I should stop being so sad. Never mind, I hope you the best, Believe In Yourself >>3. Love, Anisha (November 2021)