Hey Self,
If you are reading this, that means that you are still alive and most likely there are no flying cars yet. Dammit McFly. Currently it is August 15th 2012. You are working as an IT...
I am writing this on the 7th December 2011.
It's nearly Christmas - and you're pretty excited.
Tonight your belly is hurting from a sneaky McDonalds. Poor you, I hope by the time you're reading...
Dear FutureMe,
And as usual I just said "Shut Up" to smita. It is 00:08 and yet another day has passed leaving a day less for all of us to be together. Though it never mattered in the beginning...
You will read this 2 minutes in the future.
UPDATE:
3:15 EST, Saturday, July 26, 2020
I fucking hate you. The idea of your existence makes me feel disgusted with myself and any time that I spent with or around you makes me wish I could...



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