Rio de Janeiro, May 19, 2021.
Dear Santa,
I imagine you've already started sorting through the Christmas requests, so I'll leave mine here. I know that this year I haven't been a good girl, I don't feel like I'm making my mother proud, and I don't even talk to my father.
I no longer attend classes, I work all day to be able to contribute something at home, I'm exhausted and I don't feel like doing anything too grand. I plan everything I intend to do before closing my eyes, but when the day breaks, I feel like my strength doesn't wake up along with me.
I've been getting stressed much faster than usual, everything tires me out easily, and the only urge I have and actually give in to is staying in bed until my body gets sore. I cry alone and over nothing, I've fought with my friends and drifted away from them, I've been sabotaging myself frequently, and I can't, or simply don't want to, stop.
Nothing holds my attention for long anymore, even the subjects I know I like have already lost their charm. I've realized that in this pandemic time, whoever doesn't die from the virus will die of sadness.
I know I'm probably too old to ask for Christmas presents anymore, but I want to ask to stay here and see something good come out of all this.
Sincerely,
Caroline O.