I got set on fire today. Don't worry, it was an accident. I met up with a group of kids. Poor things, alone and the oldest must have been fifteen. They seemed to be doing alright though, traveling east to find relatives. Anyways, we set up camp together, and one of them threw a pinecone on the fire while it was just started, and there I was bent over it, and flaming pine nuts exploded in every direction. You would have laughed your head off (hope you'd have put me out first!) But nah, after that everything went off okay. I didn't get burnt too bad, small spot on my cheek but my coat got the worst of it. They were really sorry, the kid that put it there didn't know that would happen. It would be nice if all mistakes could be that consequence free, huh? Then I wouldn't be out here alone, I'd be who knows where with you. 

   I'm sorry. If you ever read this, I guess I sound like a broken record by now, but I mean it every time. 

   You'll be happy to know I'm still drawing. I drew a couple of the kids and gave them the sketch. They liked it, personally I think I'm pretty rusty, but kids will like almost anything. If you can get a kid to hate it, you've done messed up. We also played a million games of tic tac toe or x and o or noughts and crosses (none of us could agree on the name.) So yeah. Oh, I got another card for my collection. One of the kids gave it to me as a thank you for the drawing. It's a two of diamonds with a bend down the middle. It used to be in their bike spokes before one of the tires popped. Straight up popped. Like, I get it was an old bike, but popped? That's something. Yeah...

   I'm scared. What if you don't want me to find you? What if you're hiding on purpose? 

   I'm more scared of that than anything.

   I hope- Please still want me. Please. I can't do this without you. 

   I'm sorry. I shouldn't be pressuring you. That's wrong. I'm just sad and scared and lonely. Sometimes I don't know if anything I'm doing is right or not. I don't know anything. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

   You can hate me if you want to. And if you want me to go away when I find you, I'll do that. I'm just… Please let me say sorry. Please don't hate me.

  I'm sorry, I'm being… wrong again. I don't know. I don't know anything. I'll stop writing until my head's on straight again.

  I hope that's soon.