I just spent the last hour and a half writing a letter to Emma. It's pretty, crap filled and boring as hell. I didn't even read over it. I just wrote it.
I havent ever written someone a letter.
I have to write more of them
To more people.
I keep thinking there are people outside my house, it's making me paranoid.
PURE is tonight, since it's 1:40AM. Techincally making it Wednesday, only 7 days til my birthday.
But I bet only a few of you will remember, or even care for that matter.
Hopefully Emma is here next tuesday onward.
I'd like to spend my 16th birthday with her.