[For context, this was written in mid October, and I needed it to sit for a little while.]
You really are a right bastard.
Tonight's sunset made me cry.
Rude Radio, memories, and the anger at the things i can't actually share. Today was raw and messy, and i fucking hate that. You have made me cry more times than any other man has; and you never got to see or feel that. You never got to hold me in your lap like that. We missed our future. We missed our future because of decisions you made unilaterally. I'm high and easily unfocused tonight, but I needed to say fuck you. For the first time I was actually mad AT you instead of mad at the world or elsewhere I decided to place the blame.
This is going to sit in my drafts for a little while, like the last one.