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Dear FutureMe, I'm really proud at how far you've come since last year. Just think of not last Christmas, but the one before that... You were living in hamtramck with that ex girlfriend... and she was pregnant, but it wasn't yours. . . Jeeze, that was an awful time. Now you have a sweet apartment. Just got a laptop. Got a pink guitar, and drum machine. Getting back into school come fall. And above all that you have a girlfriend that really treats you well, and likes having sex, unlike the last girl... And to top it all, you just got published... Nice job. Now futureme, you'll probably be depressed, because that's how you get. Don't be. It's not that bad. Stop crying about it. Be good. I love you. --Pastme