You are the one in this church.

What?
What does it all mean, Mr. Hope?
When can it all begin?
When I leave?
When I stop?
When she stops?
Mr. Hope.
What is a prayer unanswered?
What is a song with no sound?
What is a face with no sense?
Do I just dream? Dream of what I have already tasted. Dream of what could no longer be a part of me 'till then. Mr. Hope? Should I miss him? Is it entirely worth it?

Tonight.
I want to kill Colton Smith. As well as you other two.
Tonight.
I have use this stupid iPhone for this.
Tonight.
Is the worst night I have ever starved through. And it is not even over.
I hate you all right now.

I MISS YOU, Though it shouldn't matter. I know, I know. You are busy. I hope. In a good sense. Not whoring around are ya, boy? Haha. But, you know getting through this is the best I can do, baby. And if that's not enough for you then I guess I'm wasting my thoughts. Don't just keep my hopes up. Warn me ahead of time. But hey, we know. It's a bitch. And I hope you start feeling better. And you getting some big money, nigga. Once again, I miss you. See you soon. <3 I like you, a bunch. And. I'm hoping you read these. Anywho. Lol.