A letter from Oct 27th, 2021

Dear FutureMe, You're 15 now. Are you still Trans? Were your parents right, was it a just a trend? Maybe you were right, it wasn't a trend, you were happy as a Trans FtM boy. Maybe you have a boyfriend? Maybe not, I don't have much hope because I don't love myself right now. Though I don't love myself, I still want you to find others who will. Maybe, just maybe, you will make it to 18, and maybe you'll get surgery. Don't lose hope! You better get more friends, I know Taine was a jerk, Victoria was too clingy, and Alice seemed to hate you but maybe things will change, maybe Alice will start hanging out with you again, and maybe you'll stop getting so depressed. You don't have a good mindset, you never have, and it's hurting you, you're hurting yourself. You'll be okay. You might attempt su!c!de again, but you'll get through it. You'll survive again, and you'll get through it, so keep living. Please, send another email to yourself. Sincerely, Me (Please watch Dear Evan Hanson, the songs are constantly stuck in my head)