I cant stop writing you today an these words dont even make sense to me but i wanna keep writing to you as i smoke the brains from my head an think of tommorrow night an how amazing it all will be.

I think i will be alright. I'm working to become something that i once wanted to be. I feed the restlessness only when it makes me weary. An the rest of my days their quite blurry. But even though my answers are lacking at best i am still trying to get it right. I think i will be alright. Someday.

I have just one more thing to say. Though i know this time is not meant for me i am begging please please please.......... stay here with me. Cause this reality can not only become a photo in a dusty frame that i stare into, Because i find you anywhere an everywhere. I am tired of waking up in the same old places only to have to leave an return to less fun places....... please please......please. Find me.

Im sick an tired of trying truthfully.
I feel plugged in an ready to fall...... an im low on ciggarettes again.
Its like a miles walk or something more to the ta an though i could check up my app there aswell as get smokes candy an liguid's its to fucking hot to even imagine making the trip.

The simple worlds to explain my mood comes from an image in my head maybe more a feeling or emotion but portrayed by the taste of my last ciggarette on my teeth an the prepetual drip of my nose.i dreamed of frisco last night an with bob marley playing i have decided that is were i want to go for my birthday an i have got to find some fucking way to make it happen i have to i want it to be me u lee earth thompson maybe run an we got to stay some how at dennis's house im sure earth wont mind me whoring him out to lower the price. i am confusing eh sorry bout the lack of comma's an puncuation i am sure your cursing me for that by now. but as the song says darling your heads not right. i literally am typing my every single thought as they come to my head because that is how i always talk to you you allow me to remove my nervous nature an just say what ever i please i thank you for that..... wish i was there for you to play with my hair an smile you will like the colors im adding more though on tuesday cause my friend was way tired yesterday so we stopped early..... anyway i was going to send you a picture but instead i think i will just let you see it tommorrow an be suprised. I have run low on words other then to tell you my playlist was not meant to make you sad.... it was meant to thank you this summer you gave me a whole bunch of music an i feel really greatful for it...... i love you an miss you an that you never leave my mind even when i have ten billion other things to worry about your always in my thoughts i think your one of the most beautiful people in the world.

Im leaving you with ten things to think about just thoughts that you can tell me your theories on later:

1. People always blame our genoration. But do they ever stop an think about who it was that raised us?

2. Some people put up walls not to keep people away, but to see who cares enough about them, to break through those said walls.

3.If Albert Enstien is right an All true learning is expirence. All the rest is just infromation. Then why do we have to go through life not living but being taught. (I think life should be more about freedom ie Man is born free but everwhere he is in chains)

4. In this bright future you can not forget your past.

5. Truth is everyone is going to hurt you. You just have to find the one's worth suffering for.

6. He who feels it know's it more.

7. I have just started to realize an except the you just, dont throw yourself out on anothers whims. People change. As do intentions, an as a result consiquences. Live for yourself. Love those around you. But realize the have got there own agenda's. It is made me sad for the human race.

8. The purpose of life is to discover your gift, but the meaning of life is to give it away.

9. Dont stop dreaming because there is no wrong in something more.

10. Life is full of up an downs but i feel okay when your around.

Steal away in the night. Hitchhikers in the dark. We can march till we reach the ocean's bottom. An live like hermit crabs in the sand. The only money we will need is for drugs food an condoms. We can steal everything else or panhandle on the concrete for things like blankets or film for my camera that will create photos we will sell on a blanket with pretty hand made jewlary your art an the things we steal from stores. We will carry a weed plant with use an some how it will maggically always grow. An with it we will have your done plant the one that makes us pea pods full of relaxing waves we will become vegans an i will dread my hair again we will living in the sand an the ocean is were we will bath our clothes will be gifts from those we meet on our travels. every day will be an adventure. till we come back to reality........ i find peace in our insanity.

Tell me what i am to do?
For it is not i but you who exist.
With out your stories an plans i will fade into nothing.
So make a story for me....... for i do not exist.
Only you exist.