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Truthfully, I'm just dragging these letters on.
Lately there's not really much to tell you? Like, everything is calm right now. Sure, there's the parental stress and it's fucking me up really badly, but there's nothing I feel like sharing with you. I don't know what I'm really writing here for.
I don't know where I'm going with my future. I'm pretty much stuck right now, but it's fine. All is good.
You barely cross my mind nowadays. When you do, I sometimes scroll through our old messages, but I'm not hurt or anything. In fact I'm doing pretty well.
I do struggle a lot with my self-love, but I feel like I'm a pretty confident person. I like that and hopefully someday I'll with a full heart be able to say I love myself. Maybe. Maybe not. We'll see what the future has in store for me. I'm keeping a positive mind.
I struggle with the everyday things now, you know? School, friends and a little bit family.
Not about you. Which is great because you just give me a big fucking headache. So all things considered, I'm well off.
This is a short one. Nothing to say. Haha, I guess it's a good sign for me.
Anyway.
Yours . . . truly ?
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