A letter from Feb 18th, 2022

Time Travelled — 11 months

Peaceful right?

hey me from the future, umm well first things first. i hope you havent ****** yourself otherwise im writing this for no good reason. things are haaaaard right now. they might be good for you, whenever you're reading this... but its ok, ill be ok. these things are temporary. if you're reading this then thats proof that we're okay and things are okay. anyways. enough of the suicidal edgy Halseycore **** im sure if you're okay when you're reading this then you really dont want me reminding you of how **** things used to be. god i really hope you're doing okay where you are anyways im 17 years, 7 months, and 28 days old as i write this. thats really weird, huh? if i send this in 5 years then you'll be 22 when you read this. beccah's age! jeez, that's weird. im almost 18. i dont feel it. in my head im still a kid... things going on in my life right now: i hate everyone, i hate school, i hate the things i do, i hate how i look, i hate how i am, i hate everything about life right now. most specifically i hate school. school ******* sucks man. everyone is so full of **** and it's just so draining being in that dump. oh well. atleast i'll be out of there in three months... you know, im not even sad about it. im just sad that i'll probably fall out of touch with amina. and rose! how did things turn out with her? this is a special secret that only you and me know, but we have the huuuugest crush on her right now. its literally so embarassing. and it sucks because she's dating that ******* boy, jamie... why is it that the most beautiful girls always end up with dumpster diver boyfriends? that boy irritates the hell out of me. and he did literally nothing other than get together with her! as if she BELONGS to me. she doesnt. whats the matter with me? god, wherever you are, i hope you figured out what the hell your ********* is. and what the hell your gender is! its just a constant struggle with you, isnt it? thats a pretty big reason why **** sucks right now. because everything is a struggle. i hope you aren't struggling anymore. i should be doing my business assignment right now, instead of writing this stupid letter to you -- i got assigned this stupid thing a little over a month ago, and i haven't written a single original word. our teacher had to do my introduction for me because i told her i was struggling. its true, i AM struggling. i have no idea what the hell to do! crazy how when you're reading this, none of that is gonna matter. i think the reason im hesitant to schedule this for 5 years in the future is because i'm convinced ill be dead by 20. isnt that concerning? well, too bad. i hate when people get worried over me... yet i continue to be worrying. oh well. another struggle of mine i guess :P anyways, school is **** because i keep procrastinating. i have zeeeeeeeeeeeeeero motivation for any of this. and im so so so so SO sick and tired of people always asking me "oh, what are you gonna do for university? what job are you getting?" ***** as if i know...!!!! what i WANT to do is art or writing or something creative. but i cant, because if i die at 20 its gonna be in a blaze of glory, not broke & destitute living in squalor. and unless you're a nepotism baby, you're not gonna be a glorious artist. i hope you're still doing art when you read this -- we've been in an art block for MONTHS. i literally havent drawn anything of substance since like, september. thats a loooooong time ago. basically almost half a year ago! anyway, me and rose are going to the skatepark today. it looks like itll be a good day. it finally sunny after like, thirty years, and it feels great. maybe the reason ive been feeling so ****** lately is because its been cloudy and dark for thirty years. like in that book, the calculating stars. do you remember that book? when the meteorite threw all that ash and dust into the sky and blocked out the sun. do you still read? i hope you do still read. when you see this, tell me what you're reading. right now im reading 'the mongolian conspiracy'. it's a weeeeeird book. weird as hell. i really like it, though. anyways, i've been talking for ever. see you soon :)

Epilogue

about 15 hours later

dear me from the past,

first and foremost, i have NOT killed myself. but i feel like i should have, because i am SO fucking tired right now. you know...

Ot rehwt 1a0m am,4 lspee nad onyl nngnuri hcebca lutni ti emoh tgo dna ta i ilke hts,i ttlile rhous of dna eht hrtee ta a ,yprta eyrsa our corworkes ryesa weer so i ,tnew hwo gte a hbucn too bjo a korws adn nacime? lolvye lfse seelp teh ew luint didn’t adn os ahve wne fo tybuae wrko aws enw otg ew rbuse ,m5a ew tge teher — ruo wlle ucz ditn’d. Ko t’si. Ko elw’l eb. Ew it allb ckuf. Huoght aws hte oodg aptry. Fro hte tog we irfst imet hhig. Kceioso httohgu nad kocseio thye wree nlgo i sohtr reugalr ewre stoyr rhete. Only ym ksaie…tm noe oh eta hhtogu ym a i ahwt. Feinleg si ta mtei ghhi i oury gfnkcui adme nbiar suceaeb fo ti’s het keli swa nekw enevr fsele g,odo saem i gnoe! nad teesl gsweitna. Ist’ mdae laav osal of btu. It sear fo oicmgn telf uot itonp oesm lkei ti aws at ym. S“tih n’tia oyu ?”shit saw blacasyil eth hatt ti wnko meem edelib ehay. Wynaysa. .
And am omnt,sh dsay 6 i 18 ryaes, 11 i hsti wetir dol as. Igb a eadl that fo ’tnsi 81 arylle. Tgohhut louwd fele jsut aulton,emnm elrod than yrea 17 ti i a eb i so tbu. Swa 71 gao, a,hde so 6 tub ysad ti ni infcukg ago uyong mthnos neve nda dan 21 a hhtguo elfes eetimfli lnyo ym. Even veforre ouy ga,o hthoug reou’y eefl em. .
Noedsc tol oury eifl etlf btrtee uyo a oelhw the olshco otg. Ew ktnhi i lgon rwee sjut ofr oot ehter. It,etbr ntiefrdfe got sels itsll ssle yuo ssel rfo lle,w a,sd ,nryag tietrb… essarno. Uhcto thwi aaimn ostl erew oyu sore nda ew h,itrg. Lstli fomr het maina veyre fo uylj omo,n ew rsoe ot tbu uyo on uro klat th17 ulbe edprapeadsi lesiv. Uoy lentlgi dul’ehvso ruyo naong e,rh wtih wtno’ hginntay hatt bohert ’im cuz itme reeisdlh tno gahecn yuo. Hyaig,ntn tsju se’hs dead vdasenhi or seh ont. A arey, ?yunnf ehiswd reso enw su tins’ ualtcyal elfi payph. .
By rcsuh ndtid’ eht het wya to hntnygia tnoaum. Imaje nad to eiuodnntc dtea erso to oybndo daet ew cnuoedtni. Lwe,l ton boynod. A erwid rmof lpria ew aym to gnith adh on ingog. Hwta i atubo hkint wnnaa two’n i it zcu andphepe tell dnot’ oyu. Ltniagk fi baut!o ’oreyu okwn me llyrae etr,he hawt u’olly in ’im.
Tpra msot gfiuder si uot hte xiyleatsu rof. In ixal,sbue itsll het dleyara ew’er yobarplb is enwk taht edgrne ubt — up air uoy. For s’thta a gilr wee’r won ygu eosm sjtu. .
Ko tsi’. Uot evneulaytl lwle’ dfni. .
Tsih in lalyre sbnesius ynre—oam ahtt nad ew oclohs to ntsmgenais eosd eerw hgit,r tauob uoy me dfheinis tmarte not at,fc ti i enisc antd’h ohgtuth. We bsesnuis isnec oto ,ghtuoh ni it ssienb!su a adb ew ateh ogt odgo an wsa. Jnoey do in otu uldlomrr i we !til lgsinhe teh nlyo rfdgiue thaw do we to sv,etriuiyn si stiyeuivrn dufigre ejony ot yo,nahw wya i ale—pse nwaan hwta. Nad asuqrol i !eisghnl acer edi fi nda oeynj tn’od ni ew i. I omneyra hmcu of to’dn beazl atth rof gyrol acer. Ihgrt oodg im now rdeti ogd,. .
Wno dink tgrhi fo eewhr i phapy ’mi ma in elfi. Avhe keil ttah wanan idd i so uge,ss ned i wen enht pu redsfni tujs ew teh no…wk ?aoky e!rtuuf ctkueb in n’dto tlils and eht da,n eifl oyka eolv ickk ew won fslee our we ew. All si it but ht’ats. You nto klei snncatto who ofr ni nh!te t’is kcba it nad own fyrburea was. .
Orse eicn het ekrktspaa rtytpe aws ihtw. Teh dan who ttuhga no we a eus and me tbtu i ti aws to ellf edlakt nnyfu ettypr sadktaoebr hse lot ym and. I oundn. Smis rhe ihwt alkintg i. Tgnayhin dculo dna i eikl egt erh hes elef uwodl ltle i ti. Teshe nisght pnaeph ewl…l ho. .
Oycpinarcs enbe nngmlooai oodg lla,tye h,eay it oot obok a o,obk the e’vi dna caayu!tll taht mebeemrr nginkhti uotba i erigednar swa. I neo htta lidke. Ighft bluc ’im ithrg won deiragn. I lkei ti. Keli iekl eynethrgiv eelf i i i drea. .
Ywnysaa. I asy s’tath to vahe own lal orf. Ouy 022,2 oeph i t18h rayfbe,ru uyoer’ rae eht odgo, eherevwr of no oidgn. Long so h!umc.

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