Hi Max how's it going? How's life? Is it rain there when you receive this?
Just a quick heads up, I wrote this letter to you, my future self, 10 years ago out of bore, really. The weather was...
fuck you brenden. and all you bitches who talk shit.
May 31, 2020 (day 613)
To my favorite person in the world,
It's honestly weird yet funny how I always end up typing my letters around 3 - 4 AM. You seriously need to get out of my head...
The Art of Writing
Writing, is an art that enriches and embellishes our soul and our spirit.
It cultivates and nourishes our intellect.
It allows the trees and flowers of our secret garden...
I went OUTSIDE for online class :O