I want to apologize for the way you received my enthusiasm.

I’m sorry that you are afraid.
I’m sorry that you don’t know how to communicate.
I’m sorry that you’re avoidant.

I won’t apologize for being me. I want to, but I won’t. That’s how I am. I get excited and then I write with hyperbole. Some of my insanity is a manifestation of my pen, not my mind. It’s an amplifier, the pen. So what you saw was me zoomed in, or a Truth x10. Doesn’t matter, right? Apparently I’m too much.

I don’t feel sorry for that. You failed the test. Care to try again?

Maybe you have no time for friends. I’ll see you when I see you then.

Stop calling me crazy.

I’m not fucking crazy. Insanity is in the eye of the beholder.

Hölder continuity.

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