Our number one complaint about the rest of the world:
Everything everyone says has been marinating in far too much bullshit to really be worth anything.
And... I'm going to say this now because if I don't there's a chance that our words could be just as trite and meaningless. Things got awkward, didn't they? I laid claim on you, didn't I? And you didn't oppose, in fact, you apologized. You didn't want to hurt me. Then there were things unsaid and things edited and that's the last fucking thing I want.
So this is me letting go. I'm not going to do that to you or myself. Neither one of us owns anything and we shouldn't have to edit.