yea, i'm sure you're hurting, and i'm sure you're sorry and i'm sure
you'll do all that's possible to set things right. flawed if not
functional. f_cking worthless lush. these things are really starting to
bother me. i can feel that slim line of normal fading throughout my
being. but that's all right. as long as we're still far far away, you've
got nothing to worry about. it's all an allusion. none of this is real
in any sense of those words. it's all idea. it's all a dream. one of
many that will never come true. just like you, baby. never true.

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Lupar, in the year 379 AF.