Shit.

This broke my heart.

Sh, you’re crying.

There are so many things, tiny stupid things, I carry with me. Stupid things that I’ve forgotten about but remember as I’m falling asleep and am wracked with that gut punch feeling and the knowledge that I can never really make ammends. Not really.

Damn. You nailed it.

Also, if you ever stop writing I will hunt you down. Just sayin’.