Dear Val,
I am writing to you, because there is no other way to say what is to be said. And more of a question is - is there anything to be said? We were not given a lot of time, eight months...
I hope the coronavirus has digressed or a cure is found. I hope gabriel has learned your name and started crawling. I hope you decided on a college and maybe even found a nice boy. Much love.
Hi joanne...how are you? how is university? are you even in university? ugh ironic how im writing this right now and wasting my time when i should be off doing something else... haha. im pathetic....
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May 28th, 2014
Dear Future Me:
I am 13 years old. I am sitting in Mrs. Warfields’ communication arts class. Its May 28th, 10:27am. Anyway, my life is, okay. I...



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