A letter from Feb 18th, 2022

Time Travelled — 11 months

Peaceful right?

hey me from the future, umm well first things first. i hope you havent ****** yourself otherwise im writing this for no good reason. things are haaaaard right now. they might be good for you, whenever you're reading this... but its ok, ill be ok. these things are temporary. if you're reading this then thats proof that we're okay and things are okay. anyways. enough of the suicidal edgy Halseycore **** im sure if you're okay when you're reading this then you really dont want me reminding you of how **** things used to be. god i really hope you're doing okay where you are anyways im 17 years, 7 months, and 28 days old as i write this. thats really weird, huh? if i send this in 5 years then you'll be 22 when you read this. beccah's age! jeez, that's weird. im almost 18. i dont feel it. in my head im still a kid... things going on in my life right now: i hate everyone, i hate school, i hate the things i do, i hate how i look, i hate how i am, i hate everything about life right now. most specifically i hate school. school ******* sucks man. everyone is so full of **** and it's just so draining being in that dump. oh well. atleast i'll be out of there in three months... you know, im not even sad about it. im just sad that i'll probably fall out of touch with amina. and rose! how did things turn out with her? this is a special secret that only you and me know, but we have the huuuugest crush on her right now. its literally so embarassing. and it sucks because she's dating that ******* boy, jamie... why is it that the most beautiful girls always end up with dumpster diver boyfriends? that boy irritates the hell out of me. and he did literally nothing other than get together with her! as if she BELONGS to me. she doesnt. whats the matter with me? god, wherever you are, i hope you figured out what the hell your ********* is. and what the hell your gender is! its just a constant struggle with you, isnt it? thats a pretty big reason why **** sucks right now. because everything is a struggle. i hope you aren't struggling anymore. i should be doing my business assignment right now, instead of writing this stupid letter to you -- i got assigned this stupid thing a little over a month ago, and i haven't written a single original word. our teacher had to do my introduction for me because i told her i was struggling. its true, i AM struggling. i have no idea what the hell to do! crazy how when you're reading this, none of that is gonna matter. i think the reason im hesitant to schedule this for 5 years in the future is because i'm convinced ill be dead by 20. isnt that concerning? well, too bad. i hate when people get worried over me... yet i continue to be worrying. oh well. another struggle of mine i guess :P anyways, school is **** because i keep procrastinating. i have zeeeeeeeeeeeeeero motivation for any of this. and im so so so so SO sick and tired of people always asking me "oh, what are you gonna do for university? what job are you getting?" ***** as if i know...!!!! what i WANT to do is art or writing or something creative. but i cant, because if i die at 20 its gonna be in a blaze of glory, not broke & destitute living in squalor. and unless you're a nepotism baby, you're not gonna be a glorious artist. i hope you're still doing art when you read this -- we've been in an art block for MONTHS. i literally havent drawn anything of substance since like, september. thats a loooooong time ago. basically almost half a year ago! anyway, me and rose are going to the skatepark today. it looks like itll be a good day. it finally sunny after like, thirty years, and it feels great. maybe the reason ive been feeling so ****** lately is because its been cloudy and dark for thirty years. like in that book, the calculating stars. do you remember that book? when the meteorite threw all that ash and dust into the sky and blocked out the sun. do you still read? i hope you do still read. when you see this, tell me what you're reading. right now im reading 'the mongolian conspiracy'. it's a weeeeeird book. weird as hell. i really like it, though. anyways, i've been talking for ever. see you soon :)

Epilogue

about 15 hours later

dear me from the past,

first and foremost, i have NOT killed myself. but i feel like i should have, because i am SO fucking tired right now. you know...

Uor ttelil htree srowk got iutnl ynlo ,tnew a i the het a,5m sefl hvae a horus uro we eain?cm lwle rpya,t ta huncb ew got os aeybtu m4,a asw at ti csorkewor so emoh nad adn adn new grnunin — zuc of eubrs ohw ew too lspee rasye ’nddit of heccab st,ih epsle htree boj a01m ewre nad gte ntd’di hrwet adn i lkie to tlnui a egt vylelo wen owrk sarye. Tsi’ ok. Ok be llew’. Ufkc we it ball. Het uhohgt good ptyra saw. Hhgi tog ofr iftrs iemt we hte. Syort were goln eewr oesckio i rtsho nad ruglrea they heret ghtouth koieosc. I my nloy ameit…sk whta ohugth oen ym ho tea a. Ukcfing hhgi esfel fo emsa iaetgsnw asw eht wnke sbeecua ’sti eelts at nvree ifnlege abrin royu dna i i odgo, edma ekli is go!ne mtie. Alva ’sti of osla mead ubt. Letf it smoe esra nipto out it of at leik swa cnimog ym. Ti nokw ehya tna’i meem was hi“st oyu ibeeld ?ihs”t hatt eht laabycsli. Ysaawny. .
As 81 dna dysa etriw am htn,mos ,syare tish odl 6 i 11 i. Of 18 s’nti ldae gbi a elryla htat. 17 a ttuohgh but eb lfee htna i i unmtlam,noe so ti lwduo edolr ustj year. Neve oag yasd lfees guony 6 hnsomt loyn hdae, 12 kgufinc and tbu ilfetmie aog, 17 in my gouthh nda a it so asw. Oga, even oyu eferrov ueory’ efel me thhugo. .
Eht deocsn olhew ebtert flie lochos eltf tgo uoyr you a otl. Nglo oto kinht weer rtehe fro i we jstu. Sles a,ds rettb,i nga,yr fro asronse tlsli uyo retdefnfi slse sels iterb…t ll,ew ogt. Eewr irtgh, ouy ohcut we twhi oslt nad soer aaimn. Eeryv ivlse mniaa het bule to jylu tlka our we esro on ubt mfro earpsdeiapd 71ht fo yuo on,om isllt. Dlhe’osvu ’wton ttha oruy thiw ouy not hatingyn gilnlet acehng naong uoy eh,r zuc hrobet m’i ietm riedslhe. Shs’e hse hiveasnd ddea yin,thang tjus or tno. In’ts happy yr,ea wne fny?nu elif shdiwe clytaula eros a us. .
To eht agnyinth dn’tdi yb wya teh ntamuo surch. Ieamj ot eors citenunod etad doobny to nda nedoiuctn we deat. ,wlel not ooyndb. Had yam ewdir we a mrof ihgtn aplir oingg to no. Hnepdepa taubo ucz ltel yuo ’wton khnti atwh i ’ontd it i aannw. Ylaelr !otaub wokn if antgilk em uolly’ eth,er ’mi ni athw oru’ye.
Syletxiua the orf stmo tuo patr iufgder si. E’wre the babyplor yuo ewkn edlayra nreegd ni tath is ubt pu siltl — ,aixbeslu ira. Orf ths’at moes ’rewe a won lrig utsj gyu. .
’tis ko. Dnfi leyneulavt lle’w tou. .
A’tdhn tf,ca icesn i ttha ni oclhos negsantsmi you ,gtrih it learly ewer we aubot seisbsun trmtae nda nfiedsih hogttuh shti am—ryone nto me osde to. Too ti ni we sesunis!b heta we ogt doog encis a na abd hhotug, sseibsnu aws. —aepels durfgie i ot ngehils t!li to is we tahw in we ynlo do ormdullr awy wanna gfedrui wyahn,o od hwta rvetsiniy,u i eth onyje nyeoj uto eivuriynts. I enojy rqaoslu erca ni dna if we nda i!nghles ’otnd eid i. For cear i of ynameor chmu aebzl tath ’otnd lgyro. Tigrh mi odgo g,od nwo etdri. .
Onw in tirgh hewer i lief ’im ahpyp inkd fo ma. Os rt!fueu thta aoky we ew wne suegs, up ni ckik dna, tcebuk ew oru hetn sneirfd and nt’od voel tllis leesf did i we sjut eht i eht veha y?oak ned eilf nawna …wonk won ekil. Is t’hats utb it lal. Wsa arreubfy owh nwo ist’ ni bakc and for liek uyo ti nt!he otn tantnsco. .
Ithw ecni etrytp het saw kpraetask esor. Tubt it on dsotaarkeb ldteak and a swa nynfu eth and ellf tol hwo me tagtuh ues we ryetpt dan i ot my hse. Nunod i. Miss ihtw i tglaikn erh. Thnygnai it leef tlel i oucdl tge erh i kiel and oludw ehs. Epphna lwl…e tnsghi stehe oh. .
I dgoo ,hyea the ahtt imanlgoon a ti adn oto okob ubaot snciyoacrp t,llyae eraiengdr swa b,oko ca!ualtly rremmeeb nhgkitin nebe ei’v. Oen i ekdli htta. Fhitg lcbu onw idgarne m’i hritg. I elki it. I i eirvenygth kile eilk i lefe edra. .
Aayywns. I vaeh h’tast now rof asy to all. Eohp teh o,gdo ouy i ureyo’ giodn ewrrveeh on rba,ueyrf ,2022 rea fo t8h1. Os h!cum nlgo.

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