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Dear Traffic Court,

You sure know how to fuck up my day! Didn’t even send me any mail regarding such any fault I did in the pass years, and now I’m have to pay you three hundred dollars extra for some late fee?! Where’s the justice in that!

Dear Self,

Amazing you walked ten miles today. The real astonishing stuff about it is that you weren’t even exhausted after that. Does this means my metabolism is increasing.

Dear Big Brother,

You spoil me with your unwavering support, and in times like this that I’m glad you always look out for me. We all have our down and flawed moments, and because you let me experience them with out pressure or show of disappointment, you made me a better person.

Dear jobs,

Your not very offering this year, I have made my preference even expand to the least bit of my likings. Majority of us have turned freelance, thought. I guess that means our economic growth must be REAL bad.

Dear Self,

Why do I find these running thoughts in my head very amusing? It’s like a improve theatrical play that my inner thoughts are vocalizing to visualize in a hypothetical form. Should I aspire to be a writer? I find it hard to print it in words cause some of it contains material a reader might find disturbing.