A letter from September 24th, 2015

Peaceful right?

Dear FutureMe, I don't like my twenties. Please enjoy your thirties. Also I'm drunk and won't remember this tomorrow. At least I hope I won't. Happy birthday. Love, Me

Epilogue

2 days later

Dear PastMe,

You dumb butt, you didn't set this as a private letter, and I just got an email...

8" ot uqto,e nwok i anep"ephd mtuueerf awnt n(ad uinomcmty tahw htta aprpoul its' rmesmeb hte goutcn)!ni of ad,n.
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Uo,y ertbte sltil egst -nt-o nad ro i yk,ao ti 'tis it eolv eilebve. Otrew ehwn uoy i ereemmrb yuevgla eyrlab rvye tbu rv,ey tih,s usjt. Rsue were uoy dsetwa ertpty.
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2,7 6021 bemplro uyor recdbeme erve a 2601 ndrki alnfi and ni adh dtmeiatd ouy oyu idrnngki on had. Tnwieset rgiebhtr of eyht ,fcprete chmu eembac yrou btu t'ewner so eth fhla esoncd. Evre ,derytysae detnur than ouy iphearp adn era tyhrit eebn file ove'uy your yuo in. Cfea so thta trfis 'dnto to evwretha adn your inrba rof etim ee,ptrfc iksn, eifl now royu ryou ntis' ni aevh ectfrblooma indgo ti yuor tub tfcolobmear eht not bmun llfiyna oerplbms oyu to taeks in e'yrou yuo'er leif.
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Ognig sti' to etg noos eertbt. Hold igtth. I kwon its' ydsa rea ubt tnod' mcngio lossipbe, nkhit you ertbet.
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Leo,v.
Mlleihce.
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P. S. Tsneiv mooz in. Ilke snoo ky,spe utb nimartpto ltl'i eb 'its.