Why oh why did I do that? Actually, I know why. I can't pretend I don't, though it would be so much more convenient to do so. It's not like things were just building up unbeknownst to you. I've tried to talk about it nicely before. I try to remain positive and understanding. I try to at least be as good to you as you have been to me in the past. But it doesn't change the truth. When things build up inside, sometimes they overflow. It was the wrong time and place, but whiskey has a way of making things come out. I hate that I hurt you. I hope we can get past it. I love you. That's why it was there to boil over anyway. If I didn't, it would be a lot easier. I'm really sorry. Stupid, stupid Crystal. I'll blame it on the stars.

Last year I wondered if you had a dick or not(or, I quoted a dirty).