I learned how awful of a person I am in the process, but that’s okay. You’ve forgiven me, and I’ve already improved on most of it a while ago—but the problems I was causing that drove you away are what I’m fixing now. No more self-imposed guilt for bullshit reasons. No more talking shit about myself in hopes of getting attention for it. I’m apparently a good and valuable person or whatever and I’m proud of it.
I promise that this time I’ll do a better job at keeping you happy. I’ll be more vigilant when it comes to things I could be doing wrong that I don’t notice, or things I could be doing wrong that I didn’t know were wrong. And you’ve agreed to help point it out for me when I’m doing wrong things. And just because you moved away doesn’t make the effort pointless. It wasn’t a pointless effort when you lived in Vegas, though back then I was even worse of a person than I am now… Regardless, this isn’t 2000 miles of distance. It’s 580 miles. It’s a 9 hour drive, which in my vehicle takes me only a little bit more than one tank, but that’s way cheaper than a plane ticket.
I hope now that I am changing this… you’ll begin to have emotions again.
