Redundancy

Most of all, I want this redundancy to be eliminated from my being. I crave movement, progress, and motion. The past two-and-a-half years have been pretty unsurmountable. I'm succumbing to the pressure.

I've said (and still say) some awful things. I stick my foot in my mouth so often, and never seem to learn my lesson. I'd nearly forgotten that in the past, I hurt your feelings. Somehow. You never allowed me closure on our friendship, or what it was that I did, or you did, or what you or I might have said. I never got the chance to explain myself, and just where my fucked-up head was at the time. All I can offer is an apology.

You were fun. We were both pretty naive.