Its funny how as time passes you forget the actual scheme of events that took place. Its HILARIOUS how sometimes you go beyond forgetting and reach a point where you change the story completely around in your head. And you know what, its fine. I'm sure we all need to do these little things to keep ourselves from stretching our hands out for that revolver that lies in all our desk drawers just waiting to be used to end our insipid, melodramatic little lives. But hey, keep it to yourself, man. I really don't want to find out that all those hours you spent keeping me up, apologizing and crying only ended up vanishing from your memory two months later and being replaced by some warped version of our story where I'm the bad guy.
