would it be entirely inappropriate to say, that I miss you?
not inappropriate, fruitless.
i don't get you.
i'm not an asshole. maybe scared, who isn't? you scared me when i went to toronto.
then my life just took a weird turn, and now i live in the middle of nowhere, doing the middle of nothing.
you blew it.
i did blow it and i did change my whole life for a whore who screwed me over again.
i am awesome at making rash crappy decisions. i don't think you ever trusted me, your not good at that. beyond all of that, doesn't mean i didn't care about you.