Dear Cody
I feel so...
Lonely
Summer is supposed to be about having fun
But I'm stuck at home
The epicenter of my loathing
In short terms
I hate being at home
I mean
It's nice to sleep at
But to live at?
No
Anyway
My brothers birthday party is today
My sisters are coming over
Their not really my sisters
Their cousins
One is 26
The other is 27
But they're the closest people I have
To sisters
Cody my friend
I wish I could really talk to you
I wish I could really say something to you
I wrote a poem for you
I'll type it down here
I call it Mist Of Grey
It's short and not very good but here it goes
"Even my brightest sunspot
Has a little mist of grey
I can't take it away
I wish I could pull back the fabric
Let the sun shine through
But the little mist of grey
Is all because of you."
I wasn't directing this at you
This was from your feelings
About your mother
After all
She's the reason you committed
