Swelltide.

I know that you're reading this. Thanks for checking in. Thanks for being concerned about my well being.

I am sorry that I am such a train wreck sometimes. I'm sorry that I can't concentrate, and listen at times. I'm sorry that I keep you up when I can't sleep. I'm sorry that I get aggressive, angry and irritable. I'm sorry that I can be so hard to be with.

I never wanted this. Things were hard enough for us already.

I have always secretly prided myself on being a simple person. All that it took to keep me happy was a big mug of coffee, some quiet thinking time and a cigarette or two. Now, though...

I'm sorry.