Dear Alice,

What was I thinking? I do not know. I want to start over. Maybe. I feel so frustrated with myself. I want.....I....I don't know what I want so you can't possibly tell me what it is that I am searching for. I'm I sorry with bothering you with my last letter of nonsence shot from my ass. But.....I feel like I don't have control of what is coming out of me at the moment. All that I said before was depressing. Sorry...Wait no scratch that I'm not sorry.......I just can't find the right words to express myself with. It's a connundrum I know. What ever it is I'm trying to tell you I will find out sooner or later. I hope it's later so that you on my behalf don't have to deal with all of this. What am I doing.....I need to stop all of this. I don't want you to forget what I said before. I want you to remember. I think its I that needs to forget. Does that make any sence at all....No I didn't want advice so don't answer that. Here I am again spilling things out to you when you could possibly never get a chance to look at them. No you will probably look at them. I'm just a confused soul at this moment in time. That's what I am and there is no need to tell me other wise I have made up my mind. When will I become unconfused I can only figure that out for myself. you see... everything is burning up with flames its getting difficult to prosses my thoughts and.......

Writer Of The Night