Labas,
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Hi you wrote this when you were sick on November 21,2011. You were awesome and Alex and I are in love! You smoke pot and drink and party alot.
Dear Future Me,
Hey. How are you—like, *really*? I hope you’re doing okay. I hope you’re waking up with more peace than dread, and that your heart feels a little lighter than it does right...
Dear me....
In the future I will be rich, I will have a black lamborghini, I will work as a banker and I will have a beautiful and very good husband. I will leave in a big house on three flats....
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