I have totally fucked up. I've been dwelling too much in the past to the point where I feel like I've hurt my lover. I didn't want to, but I think I did. I hate myself. I hate Dillon. I hate Katie. I hate them. But I love Aaron. I really do. I have a lot of other stuff to worry about. Like trying to play the bass guitar with a sprained-ass wrist. I thank Harley profusely for opening my eyes to my own stupidity. So,

So long and good night, past. You have served me well and hurt me, but in the end, I will always keep getting stronger.


And Dillon, If you ever read this, I hope you're happy. Because I am.



And you're an asshole...