A letter from December 18th, 2017

Peaceful right?

Dear My Future Self, I hope you're doing better now. Right now (December 18, 2017) you're kinda struggling to get by. I hope your confidence has improved and you're still smiling strong. Life has hurt you, I know, but I hope you learn how to live and let go. Anyways, how's life now? Good? Bad? Stressful? When you open this, it will be about your senior year of highschool and hopefully you'll be okay by then. I know graduating is stressful and thinking about the future is hard, but trust me, it's worth it. I hope you've learned to be your amazing self and tell all your witty puns whenever they pop into your brain because trust me, they make people laugh. I hope you've learned to love yourself because that was your biggest battle. And I hope that you're okay. Life is hard but it's also full of adventures and pages waiting to be turned, so please, live life to the fullest. California is waiting for you, I promise. Sincerely, Your old self - Dec. 2017

Epilogue

6 days later

Dear my old self,

You’re still struggling. Little did we know a global pandemic would crash your senior year and your mental health. You’ve fallen...

Teh and rosnht of ni too the seopnr wngro eo’yvu nigovl leov rpeecidxeen hyllseopes. Eneb a dya obuat frmo uory of onw lafl vloe verye a dan roem in het ircoeegnvr lsrfoeyu orf reay ed rhtu ’euoyv ielltt yuo iwht ovecrery, tdiespe. Rou 71 iveoartiacldn sa ighh ni ydsa we teh alssc fo dtaaregu scohol. Llhe eht yaw eben noe of de,ri idd ayw rytncuo estp odemv in ouy nda esmrmu kcab sscora intnemo but fo ho- a dha eveyr eth fhal of 82?01 ist’ ym i we. Isllt hst’at tbu it, sit eebn rtehe make hsngti oyu latmos loko, dan r’youe no won ahev dnit’d airhtengb an lnmcpitcaemosh. Nveet em ew noyl sha su pourd gtoreeth siearilatlycl all i ayd, dan thiw eryuo’ eenb ebsuace ta sropne of you teh nda ryeev ilef htta ruoy in het am idd so yuo of eth edn dna rthough. Unaord rtwho a etm guryeon eth yug nofiedyrb vree show’ atnh rof skgniict wettsese and evw’e heva wno oyu, a ouy utb lletti. Ew idd tub oarccfsni tge ltlsi oeegc,ll ryvseutnii geddicin niot het fo r’eew on sna. G,o it ot it even nwo btu i wtan od i wnok i n’dot no cudol ym. Rfuute teg tath hte w’lle thetroeg atremt i wonk hw,at no do roguthh. Oevl eltilt i uy,o my lsfe. .
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Silne,ercy.
Boemec oosn teh ’ylolu irgl. .