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Dear Self,

Stop being so damned hard on yourself, stop beating yourself up about something that you can’t control.

Dear Weather,

Play nice.. So hot one day that i can’t even sit in the lounge without getting burnt & seating. Then the next day bam looks like its going to pi$$ down with rain..

Dear Girl who fat shamed me, 

Dear Neighbours Spoilers Fans,

Thanks for the Facebook adds.

Dear all of the crap that i have to do,

Thanks for letting me leave you until i was ready to work on you.

 

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