Even the city can be lonely.

"it's like a sleep over every night with my best friend"

I hate this right now, but I know it's better in the long run.

I hate that I'm the reason why you're sad and there isn't anything I can do about.

It seems like yesterday we moved in together... and in no time I was moving out.

this semester went by so fast... I hope vacation and next semester go well too... we can only hope for the best.

hello.. hello?

He said becareful, you could lose yourself.

What happens if I already lost myself.

i just want all of this to pass.

Looking for myself... sober

I didn't want to stay at school by myself so I came home for the night just to find out the school is closed tomorrow, so I'm going back to close the room down and to see Mike before vacation starts. I need to see my best friend it's been a little less then a week and Chester was the loneliest thing without him.

After vacation I will have one week and two days of chester college. I am so excited but then so sad about leaving my two best friends behind.  there's just too much on my mind. I would really just like to be happy. I really need a pick me up... but it's hard to get a pick me up when no one knows you're upset.

Dear Boston, I'm banking on you - I'm ready, are you?!

"When it's good, then it's good, it's so good, 'till it goes bad

Till you're trying to find the you that you once had

I have hurt myself, cried,

Never again

Broken down in agony

And just trying to find a friend

I'm safe

Up high

Nothing can touch me

But why do I feel this party's over?"

a dream is a wish your heart makes.

I don't know why I got it in my head that you'd actually follow through.

I wanted to be surprised not disappointed.

I should have never got my hopes up.  Maybe I shouldn't get mad at my best friend when he says things that I know are true. I just like to give people the benefit of the doubt and I like to think that I'm worth it.

here's to a night at chester all alone with no best friends around.

Sometimes I wonder if you even still think or dream of me then I remind myself that is doesn't even matter.

Monkey in the middle.

How did we all get here?

Letter was written by

It was Mike and I.