A letter from May 3rd, 2021

Dear FutureMe, I hope you’re doing ok. Right now things aren’t going the best and I’m about to end my 8th grade year with never even stepping into my classes. Right now you should be ending freshman year. Was it terrifying? Because I’m really scared. Abby and I are going to different schools. Did I ever make the cheer team? Did I become happy? Who are my friends? Because I know Abby and I won’t be very close. I hate change, and this is a big one. Right now my favorite color is yellow. I’m watching 9-1-1, miraculous, and the good doctor. Did you ever open up about your thoughts? Do you still remember me? I don’t want to loose myself like I’ve already done. You should be 14 right now. I’m 13. I’ve already lost younger me and I wish I could give her a hug. I’ll meet her on the other side though. You’re going into sophomore year. That’s exciting! Did it go by fast? Are you popular? Or have a lot of friends? Was summer 2021 fun? I want you to know that even if you forget about me while you get older, I’m always with you. I’m holding on tight and not letting go. 😊 Incase no ones told you lately you’re beautiful. And I love you. I hope you’re still alive and are not only surviving but thriving. See you on the other side. I love you so much and I’m wishing you luck. Goodbye bestie. 🤍😶‍🌫️