Letter 6 - A Stranger

Dear Stranger,

What's you name? Hello, I'm Cam. I guess the best way to describe me is that I'm different. I like to rock. Lets talk, I've got a lot to tell you.

Since about day one, I was into music. My mom told me when she was in the car listening to loud music, I would kick inside her belly. I think that proves that I was destined to fall in love with music, I'm okay with that. Whats life without a little soundtrack on the side?

I like writing, it helps me express whats on the inside. It helps me tell people and myself what I'm really thinking. So what am I really thinking? I'll tell you.

I'm so fed up with my life right now. I want to be as free as I was in college. I don't know if I'll make the right choices yet though, so I'll stick to this life behind guarded doors and annoying chimes. I need a job, to pay for the things I can't even have right now. Gas? Nope don't need that no car. Food? Nope my mommy makes me food. Rent? Nope I live at home. CDs? Nope I illegally download everything. Alcohol? Nope I'm a good boy now.

I want trust, I really do. I want to tell my mom and dad that I'm leaving for the night, and they won't stay up worrying about me. I don't think they did that when I was four hours away, so why now? I think I can get in a lot more trouble there than here. Oh wait, I did.

I'm changing everyday, so the things I tell you now probably won't stick in a month, in a week. I think its for the better. We'll see.

I'm single, it sucks. I don't think I've ever actually said that, it sucks to be single. I've been single for two years and counting, and I pretty much loved every part of it. I liked variety, I want stability. I've got way to much love to be wasting it on one night stands and ladies that don't appreciate it. Hope I can start something new, who knows?

I don't really know where my road is heading, but I know that I'm on the right road now-a-days. I just hope I can stay on it the next time there's a crazy four way intersection. I really hope my road doesn't go to any seven corners type places, I'd be utterly confused. But for now, I'm good trucking along, in my shoes, because that's my only transportation.

Court is coming up in a month, I'll be free of these legal bounds that I have constructed upon myself. Everything will work out, I know it. Right road, right choices, makes for a happy Cam.

Then why aren't I very happy?

Who knows?

Just a complete stranger,
Cam

But for tonight, goodnight.