2016 You're hurt. You might not have registered it, but he hurt you. Many more people will hurt you in the same way. They will make you feel worthless and replaceable, but you will find friends who stay.
2017 For the first time You’re mourning for someone you never got to know. Your mother is hurting— You feel everything but you won’t understand until till you’re older.
2018 You love him, But not in the way you think you do. It won’t stop you from writing letters and holding his hand. You'll spend many nights humiliated by your actions And the next six years running away.
2019 You’ll understand sacrifice before you understand suicide, And realise that everyone becomes orphans And feel guilt for not paying rent to your parents. You are not a burden.
2020 You feel trapped and scared Feeling your fear rise along with the numbers. But the storm will pass and it will be nothing but a common flu.
2022 For the first 6 months you’ll say your goodbyes Then you’ll start public school in the middle of the year You’ll learn profanities you had previously been sheltered from Papers will pile on your shoulders and you will scream and sob as your soul is shredded over and over again. You will learn of self harm. You will learn of insomnia.
2023 You will finally be able to name classmates And race against the boys in PE. You will become class monitor. You will have demons who shriek lies but also friends who will cover your ears to protect you. You will wake up everyday with the knowledge that the death of your class is coming. You telling stories, and stopped writing them too You will finally talk to him about your mistakes 6 years ago, and leave the scout group in his hands
2024 You will watch as the group chat falls apart. With you tearing yourself to try and keep the rotting bonds together. You will tear your throat open screaming, because no one understand why at it's like to feel everything through the screen. You will try to replace them with your new class, only to be let down again and again. You will start to write all the hurt in rhymes, spilling your blood over the paper. You will finally understand suicide, and why people want to die You will also realise that a friend tried to jump two years ago, and you knew nothing about it. You will find a find a friend willing to be the harmony to your melody, even if both of you tend to miscommunicate
2025 You've will meet will want to leave school, but also want to stay You've will meet wonderful people on this website Listen to their stories; cry for them, fear for them, pray for them Want to know them better but still be too scared to do so You will be insecure and distance yourself from friends. You'll be scared to hurt them. You’ll hold back because you feel like you’re too much. Don’t go silent. But the year isn't over yet, so you've got time
If I could write a note to each year’s version of myself
For those who actually read the whole thing you have no idea how much that means to me. Thank you, I appreciate you so much <3