Dries Clear!

Well good morning. Good morrow, sire. How doth your heart fair? Is it heavy or weak? Cold or hard? What bothersome quarrels have you tied up today, sire. Tell me, for I wish to give my hand in aid to your problems.

Listening to: Radiohead/nevershoutnever/foxyshazam. Wolf at the door, I love you more..., and connect me.
           
             Today, I was reading a love letter from someone special. It was an old letter from an old relationship. It was a long, heart-felt, random, amazing, the list goes on and on. This letter is what I read whenever I'm feeling lonely. Which may be odd, since I have her, but like I've said before I can't find anymore words to express how much I love her. And so, even though I have her, and I know that I do, I feel lonely because I can't touch her or kiss her. I can't greet her everyday with a hug. I'm so jealous of everyone that gets to see her everyday. It sounds silly, I'm sure, but that's just how I feel. I miss her smile so much. Pictures don't do it justice, and the ones I have I took while she was mid-sentence and she's making silly faces. All the same, the pictures are all I have, but they don't cut it. I miss her. I'm about to just up and drive across state to see her. I'll do it, I swear. But then I won't, because I'm in school and I have a job and my parents would murder me and. . .UGH!. FML

             1,2,3,4 tell me that you love me more; sleepless, long nights; that is what my youth was for. Jane, I love you more than you love me. I love you more than my lawn outside needs water. I love you more than I want to breathe. I would use my last breath to tell you I love you, if I had to choose between loving you and breathing.

            So, tomorrow, my dad is going to Texas. He's going to San Antonio for something. I don't even know what for. Honestly, my dad's job is a bit of a mystery to me. I know that he writes (that runs in the family) but I'm not sure like what for or who for. Or. . . Idunno. Anyway he invited me to go with him but I, of course had to say no. My good 'ole dad forgets sometimes that I have job and junk and he forgets, without my mom present, how mad he'd be at me if I skipped school or work. Even if I was with him. Silly old man.

  TTFN!!!

The guy whose still deciding what his signature should be,

Frederik.