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Dear FutureMe,
Well, you spent many years worrying to much, even though your rational mind told you that worrying never affected a change. You had a sleep disorder that was nothing less than pure hell. In fact, it rendered you a nervous, miserable wreck. Finally you snapped! There was no one who even cared.
Then you realized they really didn't matter anyway. Everyone is just living for themselves so you decided you would try your hand at it. You stopped worring and went back to school at the ripe old age of fifty four. You stopped worring about anything. Trouble was , that didn't affect a change either. It only made things worse. You didn"t even worry enough to do anything about it when you ran out of money.
Now you can't even buy supplies for your art classes and how are you going to pay the rent? Did you think that money was heaven sent? How are you going to pay the high price of being a fool for so long?
Well, things will get better just you wait and see.
Good Luck!
Your Admiring Self
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