A letter from Mar 24th, 2022

Dear FutureMe, Hey dude. School starts tomorrow and the summer holidays are over. It's now year 11 and its GCSE year... good luck. Right now it's March 24th and I'm going to a pretty tough depressive stage and I really can't cope with it especially since I have literally no one. Like literally not a single person in the entire ******* world who I can talk to. I made a decision at the start of the school year to try not to make any friends and to be that lonely guy who just sits in the back and does his work. Well, I've tried that and most of the time, it's absolute ****. Even if I try not to be quiet, no one says anything to me. Do you know how boring and ******* depressing it is to be lonely? It's like being stuck in a little room with a thousand people inside and not a single person acknowledging you. I ******* hate it. Why can't I have just a single go**** friend? I'm literally all alone. Here's the shocking part. I made a promise to myself that if life doesn't fix itself up, I'm outta here. I will literally take myself from this world. I will **** myself. I've given myself a deadline of Friday 12th August. If life's still pointless and depressive by then I'm going to do it. However, if you're still reading this, well done (i think) you've made it past ***** day. So this is just a little check-up to see how you're doing. Maybe we're in heaven by now, or hell, even if that ****'s real (religion's a different topic we'll discuss later). Will depression win? Yours Truly, You