Letter Number Two-Hundred Twelve.

Dear Drunk Self,

You didn't even drink that much when you wrote me that letter, and I STILL have no recollection of you writing it.

But point taken.

Love,
Sober Self

Letter Number Two-Hundred Eleven.

Dear Sober Self,

You are a fucking talented artist. Stop being such a pansy bitch. You piss me off sometimes with your wussiness and self-deprecation. Drink a beer and stop being a scaredy ass.

Love,
Drunk Self

Letter Number Two-Hundred Ten.

Dear Tumblarity,

I promised myself I wouldn't give a crap about you...so why did I just refresh the page I was looking at ten minutes ago to see if you went up?

Love,
Kymba