To One Particular Shadow of my Past:
Like some phantom come with a message, I had a visitor today.
Picture my wry and bitter smile here.
Stories seem to have proliferated in the absence of my direct contact.
I think that the time may very well have come for me to put the past behind me.
To burry the hatchet, so to say.
And not even in your head.
I've been thinking lately.
The issue of my behavior came up.
I wondered if I had not perhaps reacted to certain stimulae without thinking fully of the effects of my actions.
In a word, childish.
Inappropriate? No.
Just childishly.
And I wondered if that was exactly how I wanted to have reacted.
I like to think that I reacted in a justifiable way.
Which, in fact, I did.
And if you think otherwise, fuck you. You are wrong.
But I may still regret my behavior.
If you think I have reacted in a maner unacceptable to human society...
Attempt to reach me.
I will very likely yell. I will very likely be emotional. I still think that you could handle it.
Get ahold of me.