i. i don't know anymore. i don't know if you're a good person. i don't know if i'm good. all my memories of this time are warped and distorted and i don't even know if my memories of you and colin and guest are real or just a idealized memory of who i wish you could be. it hurts so bad.
i miss you a lot. i wish we'd been smarter people when we met. i think i've healed enough to talk. we have a lot to talk about... i can chat on here or on scratch (ChronicallyChaotic)