Dear me,
I’m writing this from a future you are constantly afraid you won’t reach—but you did.
Not because everything suddenly became easy. Not because you finally “figured life out” in...
Dear Kate, Katy, Katherine, Katy-Kit-Kat (for like a day until brent meg and I realized it was like the kkk),
So heres an email to myself in five years! So in 2020. Wow do you know in that year...
Dear FutureMe, chat mo si Lyka if wala ka jowa, and ofc if wala rin siyang jowa at naka graduate na siya, sorry po if may jowa na ako sa time na to, ayaw lang talagang i let go ng past me siya....
hello your mama is so poor she can't pay attention
you mama is so fat she need a own zip code
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