To you...

You.This you.And this you. And more than a few others. You're littered all over here. It annoys me sometimes that I can't let go. That the injustice of it still burns, albeit a little less overwhelming with time. At other times, I approve. There are things I think were very wrong and I would detest myself if I bothered to censor myself in any way. I'd feel like a fool, especially considering you never gave me consideration of any sort.

There is a little part of me that also thinks of you. Its rather tiny. It goes awwww. I remember you.

I wanted to say I'm sorry. At all times, I knew the lengths to which I would go. I knew, that if push came to shove, I was not going to get violent, aggressive or anything of the sort. At the time I thought you would know that too. If I've ever been sure of anything, its that you knew me. I couldn't forgive you for judging me, as harshly as you did. Because of that. I found it abhorrent that a boy couldn't express anger. I was angry.

Perhaps you did not know me. I was wrong about that as I've been wrong about a great many things.

You found me frightening, threatening and intimidating. I'm so sorry. All I ever meant to do was convey anger. The impotent anger that plays its part in the wheels of friendship. Friendship. Silly word. My only wish was to touch that part of you, I imagined existed, that would look at what you were doing, and disapprove. What you did was not ... nice.

Rather pointless all of this. Once you're categorized a monster, you stay one. I feel like tagging a "Without hope or agenda" with this, like that man in that movie.

I can't write to you cause you've blocked me. It would be a rather silly letter anyway, after all this time. So this is here, lumped together with the rest of my nutjob regurgitations.

Perhaps someday you'd come by, and see this. Perhaps somebody will tell you, and you'll make your ill advised attempts to read here without me noticing. Perhaps you never will. Vitriol tends to travel faster.

Anyway, I'm off. I've a holiday to have. If you bump into me in the street, ummm...I dunno...I dunno...I've a holiday to have, as you probably do.