dear the pants

i didnt not fuck you this summer because i didnt like you but because i do like you.

i didnt do stuff for you because i needed it, but because we all need you.

if anyone believes what youre writing in your blog right now, its me. fellow libra. fellow freakr. fellow lostboy. which isnt to say that youre not unique. youre super unique.

everywhere i go people ask me what youre really like and i always say the same thing: brilliant.

all i can tell you is that sometimes in the winter it sometimes feels like it will never get warm again.

but it aways does.

if you hang in there.

which i hope you do.

i say put the boys with the booze and junk on hold for a season. go home. and ride out this storm and

then tell yr brothers and sisters what youve learned.