i had the craziest dream about you, Doug and boy named john. it scared the shit out of me, so let me know that you're still alive and sober. ! sometimes i feel like a thirteen year old girl, then sometimes i feel like an eight three year old widow. I really think I need to move away from here...burn my bridges or whatever. every time the sun sets and rises again i hate this town a little bit more. anyway, i think im due for a trip to Minneapolis, sometimes i think a lot about this guy names nick that lives there. maybe not anymore but god...i hate missing whats gone.