it was hot that day, i remember it so clearly, we talked on the ocean rocks, fed the horses and shared the heat of the sun. it’s been exactly one year since that day, and we’ve talked a total of 3 times? why did pot change everything, how did it ruin something to old and so wonderful. I regret waiting this long, because now there’s nothing i can do. school doesn’t matter, health doesn’t matter, your family doesn’t matter, and most of all i don’t matter. i hope someone helps you soon, cause i know it’s too late for me. i miss you babycakes.