how are you? i am fine. i got wasted last night. there is a boy here in love with me. we are nice to each other i suppose. how are you? is it still hot at home? do you miss me? i miss you. i miss you.
last time i was here, we stayed up all night together, talking you looked like hell and said you loved seeing my face. i do. miss it.*
i suppose i will come home eventually but i still don't know if i will ever see you again.