Letters (1) Kiaren, Do you see this? The things I feel and the things I go through? Where would you be if you were still alive? I can imagine. But I'm sad, and I miss you. In case you didn't know that. I feel tired, never motivated, never inspired. Writing this feels hollow and angry. And I can't seem to collect my thoughts, these are all bundles of words that I'm able to bring to mind. But it's okay. I'm cold. I'm sad. I'm cold and I'm sad. But that's okay. I know this is only on my phone, and I'm not sure if you can read this. But I guess, that's okay too. I'll check back on you later.