I was starting to write a cute book that consisted of letters I was sending my friend every day. I got so busy I totally forgot about it but I just recently read it over and I'm kind of sad. since I have a heavy schedule I wasn't able to complete the project but I think I can go very far with it, I just need to find the motivation. I wanted to sound like I was in love, spice it up, make it cute, but then again I didn't have time and as the days went by I lost touch with it. I feel as if things could have gone differently. Life is such an ass for being built the way it is.
