Have a read… It may help you understand. If not, e-mail me. If you don’t want to, fair enough. I just want you to understand. 

Did you read my post last night? And Sorry, I thought it was. 

Ahaa, aimed at me?

I understand why to a certain extent, but I don’t see why it has to stop. This is great, now one less. I really thought it could help me, but now I am going to have to seriously consider what was suggested. Hmm…

I’m sorry. It’s only like this because I’m trying to do best by you. I don’t want to let you down anymore, I don’t want to treat you like dirt. I wish things were different. 

I’m sorry. 

I’ll never forget you, Little Man. 

But, I know just what it feels like, to have a voice inside the back of my head, 
Like a face that I hold inside, a face that awakes when I close my eyes, 
A face that watches every time I lie, I face that laughs every time I fall,

It watches everything. (8) 

I’d post something, since I haven’t posted something in like… Forever :)