Oh, so you know me so well now, huh? Cuz you read my diary when I was gone. You said, "you would've done the same thing if I left my journal laying on the couch." And yeah. You're right. I've read it. And you're a shitty writer. You've taken too many drugs and it has destroyed your ability to complete a thought. So yeah. I don't know you. All I know is what you've given me, and it ain't much.
