It gives me an odd sense of privacy to know that no one reads these anymore. I get statistics about it, and back in the day it used to be 2-3 views per post (possibly by robots, I'm not convinced the platform knows the difference) and now it's finally zero. That means my only reader is the person to whom these messages are intended. Yes you, Kyle. All your life has been leading you up to finding this post, read it carefully. Not because I have anything to tell you (I'm probably dead by now, what advice can I possibly give that still hold up?) but because the universe is sending you a message. And that message is: go out, have fun, make some mistakes, fix those mistakes, make new ones. The universe wants you to do that. Yes it does. Ya-ha. Look, will you stop arguing with a dead person and go outside, already? I don't want to spoil the surprise, but it's pretty epic.
Are you gone? Suit yourself. Back to my sad life, now. No more messages. I don't actually have anything to say. Wait, am I Kyle? Can't be, unless... nah, she'd tell me. I mean, right? I should go track down my birth certificate.
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