i miss you. im writing you letters. plural. because people arent buying stamps so im writing more than one until they do. i think you need to be online. but its 840 in new york so i guess your sleeping. i think its 240 here im not sure. probaly. well its past lunch time. and i dont want to order food. i wish you could be here. the beach is really pretty at night. when theres no one on it and you cant see a thing except the lights of ships and distant towns. and the stars. and all you can hear is the waves. i miss you soo much. i miss everyone and everything. everyone says its exciting to go to paris and here and everywhere. but not really when your stuck with people you hate and you just want to be home.
oh, and would it be okay if i could possibly be dropped off at your house when i get home? if i can convince my mom that is..
hopefully i can use the computer laters, when people are awake. sigh. i guess ill go back to the room. i love you.. ill try to go online and talk to you laters..