I do not know how to write this one, but I will try. Sometimes I wonder what life is. Life can be too abstract sometimes to realize what it is. I was born May 17, 1991. What was so significant about my birth that I have yet to figure out. It is all too confusing anymore, my purpose. Today is one of those days where I ponder at my existence and wonder where I am going and who is going to know. I discovered a beautiful song today, it is called plants and rags by PJ Harvey. It is so beautiful, a song that makes me want to cry and watch the clouds roll over the earth. There is so much shit out there I hardly know what is real anymore. I am the only one I know. I know nothing. Or something...

yours truly,
whoever I am