Dear Prudence, Won't you come out to play?
I hate when I feel so shitty that I need someone to tell me that I will be okay. I don't enjoy the thought that I cannot do what I want to do with my life or that I am a failure. I am happy in this room because no one can get me and hurt me but I long to be outdoors. I think I will spend the day reading tomorrow at the Starbucks on campus. Then I will roam around with my camera. I miss me, I hope I should back up soon because I am tired of being fake.