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It's cold in Canada. I'm on my friend Vivian's computer. It's completely windy outside. The snow is gorgeous. I miss everyone. I miss one person in particular. I don't know if she feels the same. I miss the midnight conversations. I miss the passion. I miss the summer time.
It's too hard too keep thinking about the things I miss. I don't know if and when I'll be home. It's time for sleep now. I'm so exhausted.
I don't even think anyone reads this thing anymore. I might be giving it too someone. If anyone needs me, the e-mail address stays the same. thisshirtisgucci@hotmail.com
It's too hard too keep thinking about the things I miss. I don't know if and when I'll be home. It's time for sleep now. I'm so exhausted.
I don't even think anyone reads this thing anymore. I might be giving it too someone. If anyone needs me, the e-mail address stays the same. thisshirtisgucci@hotmail.com