one more chance to get it all wrong

this is a little bit random, a little bit pointless, but prompted by a song that keeps following me. like a lot of things in my life, I guess. Paul Westerberg won't let me forget it.

I don't think you read this (then again, I don't think anybody does) but if you do, I know you know who you are: and I'm sorry. I know I said it to you a long time ago, but I should have said it more. I fucked up. and I needed to, actually. but it could have ended better. a lot better. and that was up to me. and I'm so, so sorry. there's probably a better way to communicate this, but this is what I've got.