Angela Fantangela;11:51pm

look at you. what are you, 4′11″? 5 feet? when i’m high as shit, and i anthropomorphosize humans, you look like a squirrel to me. physically, you’re tiny. but, man, angela fantangela, you got some strength inside of you.

these past two months have been a blur, what with all this chase of normalcy i’m doing. thousands of things go through my mind at a moments notice because i’m not genetically disposed to this type of lifestyle. but it’s necessary or else i die.

and peppered within these funky spunky monkey months have been moments with you. rare glimpses into the pain that birthed this gigantic strength you’ve discovered and increased. in your way, too, that strength is necessary.

those stories you’ve told me about your grandmother, all the good and the bad, makes me wonder how the fuck you haven’t fallen unconscious, or why you haven’t ran away to canada, or why you haven’t turned to the dark side. it amazes me how much you can hold up on your shoulders. you barely eat, you barely sleep, and you hardly have time for yourself. responsibility hit you hard and fast and you lived up to the challenge.

i just wanted to let you know that if you need to talk or some food or a driver or a well-timed joke, call me up. those that are pillars for people oft times need pillars themselves. i got lots of funny jokes.