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To Dillon,
Well... I almost want to say I was better off not knowing, but this sort of makes me feel better, I guess.
Part of me is thinking, that if you really thought I was out to cause you any grief or harm, then it's your own fault for looking for it. If I didn't respect your problems that you had, I wouldn't have toned it down, if you wanted it toned down more you could've fucking asked me to do it some more, I'd have had no objections.
How did you try to get me to stop talking to you? I don't recall any time in which you said "Can you not talk to me, you're bothering me with what you say," if you had just said that, maybe it'd have been something I could've actually done. I can't take fucking hints when I have no idea that I"m causing a problem.
If you really think, that I would've just berated you over this, and meant it in a negative way, then you're obviously not someone that knows me at all, and I"m sorry because I thought you did.
If you even read this, you know I doubt you will, I really do want to say thanks for being friends with me, we had a lot of good times and some laughs.
I really wish you luck with life, I love you man, I really do, and I wish shit didn't go down like this, because I kind of feel like a dick because this whole time I've just been thinking you've been busy with work or something, tactful your way of going about this was not, but that's just aside.
I hope you and Nicole are happy together, and stay happy, and I hope you don't have to face tough times like you have.
Bye indeed...
I need a drink....
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