A letter from Nov 17, 2022

Dear FutureMe, I am very suprised that you are reading this. Atm I am sitting in the tiny room with no door. I feel trapped. Everyone hates me. Mom and Dad want to send me to New Mexico. Mom is mad at me. Bri broke up with me on Oct 27. I want to **** myself but at the same time I dont want to be alone. I am so tired. I dont know how to get away from this feeling. It feels like everyday is never ending. It used to be just home life that felt this bad but now its home and school. I dont know what to do. I hope that if you are reading this, you are in a good place, literally and metaphorically. I hope you have good friends, good home life, and a super-mega-awesome-hot partner. It would suck if you were still like the way I am. It would be heartbreaking to read this like that. I just really wanted to capture this moment of depression. In all my other letters all I talked about was Bri and now I dont want to read them lmao. Today her friend asked me for Bris ring back. Its been 21 days since we broke up. I fr thought I was gonna marry her. I always thought she was perfect, and now I know shes been **** talking me. I have math homework to do. I want to rip my throat out. Or just overdose. Im making this public, so for the randos reading this: I am 16 years old. My name is Victoria, and if I reply to this, I am still alive(obviously). If not, oh well. Im not gonna wait a year for this bc Im impatient. Also Merry Christmas *****.