Dear Older Me
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Ongoing9m
Last published Sun, Sep 30, 2018
This is for me so that I know what I did and how I felt. I was an angry person in 2017. I hadn't thought of doing this until 2018 so I'll try to keep writing this, not for you, but for me. If you ask for an update (like anyone is going to read this), fuck you and fuck off. This is not a story, it is someone's life. My life. This is not here for entertainment or sympathy. Wow, this is going to take some hella work.
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