Dear Tyler Joy,
First of all, happy birthday. You turn 20 this year. Unless you got us killed, that is. Try not to do that, alright? In case you've forgotten about this, I am writing this letter...
В своей не далекой юности я не верила что мои мечты могут исполниться,пока одна из них не порадовала...
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...
Your a fucking eyesore.
Dear...