You make me want to sketch.
You yourself are so damn inspiring to me it's stupid. I miss you so much and I only wish you could understand.
You make me sad and happy all at the same time and I still am trying to figure out how that could be.
I miss working with you, and having 'bonding time'
You, Mel, and myself were the dream team. I can never go to Target and not think if you.
Your clothing, your hair, your voice, your whole God damn outlook on life and the way you live it.
You want to do something, you know you're going to fucking do it.
I need to catch up in reading your posts. I should just start from the very beginning. Read your whole life. Not understand any of it, and enjoy every word.
God I miss you.
I hope you are doing everything you feel you should and need to fulfill yourself in this life we live. Things are about the same here. Rough and average.
But I'm used to it. (a bit unsettling though) for when I plan on going my own way and I feel as though I can't fend for myself. But we need not talk about that here. This is for you, just sending my love and hoping it reaches you through these thick snow bearing clouds.
Always on my mind Jil,
Love you.
