Dear me,
5:47 p.m.

To me:

I know you're scared about next year.. but you can't live in fear. Next year.. next year.. next year. 71 Days from now, self, you'll have your own life, not the life the government has outlined for you. In seventy-one days, you can do what you want - sleep until noon, eat ice cream everyday, do whatever you want. What's so scary about that? You've been preaching since ninth grade about how much you hate this place and how you want to leave, and now that you have the chance, you're scared?! Please. Take my advice. Get out of here, and get as far away as you can without looking back. Graduation means freedom. It means moving to a place where people are tolerant, where people have fun, and don't have to do what people here do. Do yourself a favor and get over the fear, get in shape, lose some weight, and start actually living while you still have your friends. And then when you leave, you'll be normal. Or as close to normal as you can get, seeing as you're merely the product of a twisted town full of bigots.

Love always,

Me

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