Last night felt good. There's no other way to put it. I felt like I was 15 years old again. Tesla and I drove to Baltimore, got dinner at an awesome vegetarian diner, drove around the city listening to 90's hip hop, picked up Amy, went to Sheetz, then sung our little hearts out to Your Favorite Weapon and Tell All Your Friends. Sometimes I think my mind gets ahead of me and I forget how easy it is to feel "free."

I've been writing a letter for the past couple of days. I keep crumpling up pages, re-writing, re-thinking and getting a little frustrated. I think I've got my thoughts straight, it's just hard to get them onto paper. Someone once told me that paper retains emotion that you can't anymore. I think this might be true. To send or not to send? Do I really need to?