so with recent events and the pressures involved with transitioning out of college and into the real world, my spirits have been pretty low.

Never stopped thinking about the writer. I guess I never stopped writing about the writer either. but as if from nowhere he's talking to me. He echoes my feelings and wants to come see me. Almost nothing for a year, and then this? I'll float through the next few days. I can't think of anything else I want more. Sentimental fool.