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...
dont go to prison/jail,try
dear future me,
Ther are times where I want to kill me, just like my mothers want me to die, but I try to hold it off to the very end, thinking maybe things will get better, let me give it some...
And happy birthday!
Dear Ema,
you are
loved
respected
treasured
adored
cherished
longed for
and missed.
If during these 10 years
that have passed since I wrote this letter
I did not tell you these...



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