Thank you for staying up with me these past few nights. It's just I haven't been myself for a while and now that I'm better I don't know what to do with myself. Sleep is for the exhausted, for the sad, for the lost and I think I have let that thought get to me more than ever before. Thank you for going on that unorthodox walk with me the other day. But you see, history, people are more interesting than singing birds and blossoming flowers. At least the ghosts all gave us their blessings (not that we are ever going to be anything like that, but it still felt nice). Thank you for showing me something new to enjoy, to kill time with. Maybe this summer won't be so bad. I mean at least this time I have you, don't I?
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