i heard 'baby i love your way' today and i wanted to call you and see if you miss me. i'm sure you dont but i wish you did. i'm getting sick of winter, i just want to go to the lake and get splinters and sand stuck to my feet. theres nothing i like more than having you around to carry my kayak to the water and push me off the dock. i like it when you try to look punk in a bathing suit and the way you miss your chains and black clothes. i'm starting to miss you and its only been about oh, 28 hours of daylight. its snowing and the way we were seems as far away as summer.

i found an envelope that had my ninth grade handwriting on it. it said 'anthony' on the outside and i opened it and found about 300 pages of chats, writing, all these drawings and one piece called agony. i couldnt bring myself to read it knowing that it would lead me to write a billion things on this site that i've already said. blah blah. so, anthony, i didnt throw away any of your stuff it turns out. you threw away mine though. so, wah.