I Love My Mom. And This Time,

I Just Need To Know That Someone Out There Listens And Understands And Doesn't Try To Sleep With Someone Even If They Could Have. I Need To Know These People Exist.

I Spent All Night Working On It, And I Hope Patrick Likes It As Much As I Do. Especially The Second Side. I Hope It's The Kind Of Second Side That He Can Listen To Whenever He Drives Alone And Feel Like He Belongs To Something Whenever He's Sad. I Hope It Can Be That For Him.

On Friday Night, I Was Reading My New Book, But My Brain Got Tired, So I Decided To Watch Some Television Instead.

It's Okay To Feel Things. And Be Who You Are About Them.

I Have Decided That Maybe I Want To Write When I Grow Up. I Just Don't Know What I Would Write.