dear steph,
we're moving to la tomorrow. our flight is at 4 am.
you're currently asleep in my bed, because i insisted on sleeping in the living room. you said goodbye to your parents a few hours ago and you cried a lot, but i hugged you for a bit and you stopped.
i'm fucking terrified, and so is sam.
maybe when we get there you'll grow more popular on youtube. your voice is amazing, but that's no surprise. i believe in you. i really hope you go places- i think you will.
i'm just writing what's floating through my head because i can't sleep and i'm freaking out.
i should go to sleep.
i'm tired,
colby
