Dear FutureMe,
I’m not having the greatest time right now, our friends hate us and won’t let us fix it. I walked out of rehearsal crying yesterday- but I have a job! Money! That’s good, and I found a new friend in performing arts! There’s downs and they feel like the end of the world but there are ups keeping us here. You’re valued, anytime.
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