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I had a horrible dream last night, in which a boy whom I once cared very deeply about put all the messages I had ever sent to him up online for his friends to mock. When I woke up, I felt so distressed that I had to check my outbox to check I had never sent him anything that I would now regret. I haven't. But still.

Burn your love letters, darlings.


I wonder what Freud's interpretation of my dream would be?