Letters

Dear Dreamweaver,

Fuck, why can't you just make me a nice grid thing? Why do you have to be so fuckin' retarded.

I hate you.

No love,
Me

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Dear Self,

It's okay. You will get through this.

Don't think about it.

Love,
You

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Dear Bed,

Quit seducing me... love you.

♥ Me

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Dear apartment,

Quit being so messy.

Thanks,
Me

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Dear life,

SLOW DOWN.

-Me