I don’t know anything about this world. I don’t know much about religion, although I have my opinions on it. I don’t know anything about whether or not we were put on this earth for a reason or not. I don’t know if what I used to believe in is right or not. I don’t know if I still believe in it or not. I don’t know if I ever believed in it at all. I don’t know whether faith is just something we all have to make ourselves feel safe. I don’t know whether faith is something we all need. I don’t know whether I am a hypocrite or not, although it seems like that in some ways. I don’t know a lot. I don’t know who I am or what I’m doing.

I know what I want to do. I know the person I want to be. I know that I love you. I know that I am beautiful. I know that, despite it’s flaws and how it makes me feel sometimes, this world is beautiful. Despite it all, there is an artistry in this world. I know that I can believe and take faith in art, marijuana and some kind of dysfunctional, defective, broken love.