Dear Dakota

I’ve been dating my Jonah for three years.

Your original message no longer applies to my situation. I am jumping face first but I don’t know what to do now.

I sit outside on my porch and I smoke cigarettes on bad nights and I watch the sky and think, “where are we now?” What’s the next step? Where is life going?

Please advise.

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