Postscript to my little friend

Hey, just so you know, I put copies of you up on the Internet. It's this physically non-existent place in which people can become anyone they wish to be and do neat and crazy stuff. You know how bad my penmanship is better than I do.

P.S.S. I want to admit to myself that I've nothing to offer until I keep on doing more things and keep on committing mistakes. That's why I'll start right now.

“i’m a pretty good writer, i can play music, i can take photographs and i don’t draw terribly. but i wish i were one of those people with incredible, outstanding talent.

i used to be one of those people and i took it for granted, and now i need to catch up to the person that i could be.”