A letter from Jan 14th, 2022

Dear FutureMe, I pretend I'm fine, but I'm dying inside, I can't prove it, I want to talk about what I feel, but when I tell them they think I'm just a child who just wants attention, I don't blame them at all, I want attention, in fact I cut myself, I am not depressed but not well, everything would be perfect if others understood me, they have already made an idea of ​​me, I cannot change it, I trust only one person, but she also does not understand me, I can only trust myself, because while everyone will go away, in the end I can only count on myself, but the problem is that there is no I do, and if there is not I do it I end up hurting myself. I ride, I can't control it, every time I get angry I cry, because I can't contain it, in fact I pretend, I don't want to show myself weak, but that's what I am