Letters from tons of people to tons of other people, places, things, ideas, feelings, and anything else they can think of. Written in varying states of mind...

Monday, August 18, 2008

Dear me when I was sixteen,

I miss you- you were happy.  You didn't throw up.  You knew who you were & you loved yourself & so many others.  You were complete- only for a few weeks but it was so fucking beautiful.  Everything made sense to you.  You were beautiful.  I miss you!  I'm two years older but I would give anything to be you.

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