A letter from Nov 27, 2022

Dear FutureMe, Hey. It’s new years again. The end of a year and the start of a new era. You’ve made and found a lot of new friends this year and gotten close to loosing it all. But thanks for staying. And I wish you luck for the year to come knowing the school year will be a lot scarier and a **** ton more lonelier. It hurts when friends move. Especially for us. Knowing we drive people away so easily. But are so scared of loosing them. And knowing that same friend will move and drive themselves away from us just like you. Cause we were so alike. But such opposites that fit into a nice vintage frame holding slightly dented glass. They were the mother you never had, the parent you needed. A healer of your inner child. One who would care, one who would listen. The only one you could talk to at ungodly hours of the night about worries with the future, dreams, issues and the sanity we were loosing in our minds. You’ve lost and gained so much this year. Though I’m afraid it’s time to loose one more soon. And we both know what happens when friends drift away. Please promise to never forget her although I doubt you ever will making us more stuck in the past than before, perfect for the start of our senior year. And whenever you see her next. Make sure to hug her with your life not knowing the next time you’ll meet again. Cause we both know can’t guess the end. We just hope we predicted the future right. Though whether I’ve just ruined you feels for a new year. Whether you’re scared, lonely, intrigued or glad. I blame my tendencies to listen to Scott street and I know the end when I’m getting in my feels. But I wish you luck wether need or not. I’m here. And sometimes that all you need. Good-luck, And happy new years.