Dear Maynard,
Today was another dark and dreary day. I cant seem to fucs on where im at in life. Somethings i can focus on but others and everuthing is hard to really focus all on. I wish i could be with you and be your friend. I f we were friends i would have better calrity in my life and i hope you would like me. why is it that its so hard for me to fus fod! i dont know wh its like years afo gone by and i found better times and now everutithing is all skewed up. i dont know,, maybei should find a better hobby, life writing instead of reading. wrinting can be good when good though come. when i write this letter now, the force in the pencil helps me relax and thats what i need now is to find relacation. i really though whish i would be with you more i wish i could be your firned all the time i try tio find a firend it getes really hard like though a ao i hand to cross. i with that stop wasnt here, heres ihis ive in ways hand and her name is jummy, i dknow what to do with. she wakes and manstructe that about all i got ouf her basildes kisses on the poller and effers stress. i fet you her the stress get so ad i dont know how so handle it. even i im stressed and i dont know if ever will go away i wish you could talk to on the hone and be long personal buddy man i would i could havea good friend