Sometimes when I write these,
I can't help but feel bad.
Because maybe you were just as blind as I was,
and all you needed was a pointer.
But then I remember,
that you had 2 years,
and that,
while an apology to myself and the others is long overdue,
it's not too late,
to get some fucking help.
Even though,
you and I both know,
that it already fucking is.
And besides,
You should know by now that I've got a habit of wishful thinking.