A letter from Aug 01, 2022

Dear Nikki, Yo, it's me. Today is the first day of school. I don't know what to expect. Will I make a friend? Or, maybe a group? Will I be able to join the volleyball team? I don't know. I am absolutely clueless right now. But, in six months, you'll know. Well, you'll know along the way, actually. Besides that, I hope you're doing okay. You've gotten out of your bad mental health state, and I don't want that to repeat again. Although, if it does repeat again...get help. From a friend, a counselor, or whatever. I really don't want to experience that again, and neither do you. Hopefully, you've at least understood your worries. Like, maybe you've understood why you have an attraction to girls, or maybe you've finally accepted yourself fully. Though, now that I think about it, the things I mentioned would probably be not understood for years. Half a year is a stretch. Still, I really do wish you're okay. I'm 13, you're 14, we're too young to be worrying about this! Let's embrace childhood as much as we can. Please. From, Nikki, your past trying to figure things out.