Dear World

I have failed you yet again. I have been so preoccupied with my own pathetic little existance that I have brushed of the rest. Did you know that I never officially sent my peace one day letter to the double d's? Well I didn't because I fucking spaced it and now it's far to late and I feel like and resemble a douche bag. For realsie yo! Why can't I do anything positive with my life? Why can't I follow through? Why does my passion always fade?

All I want right now is to hear the laughs of Munchie, Donnie, April, Qlaire, Danny, Jimmy and Jasmine.

Ultimate sigh,

CAR

Dear anyone who reads this:

First I love you.

Second my life is straight Jerry Springer.

Third I got this shit.

Forth I need your help.

Fifth your help is much appreciated.

Sixth go the fuck to bed Carmella.