Annorah
See, didn't that make more sense than threatening me? You weren't born THERE, you were born HERE. You have no reason or right to treat me like one of your ghosts or demons or whateverthefucks you go out and fight with her all the time and threaten me instead of trying to talk to me like a person. I know I hurt her and I cried all day about it. If she didn't come over to pick up her stuff, I never would have gotten a chance to explain myself and tell her how I feel for real. She understands that I was scared because as opposed to you and she, your pappa and uncle and the rest of your family need to remember they can't treat people like they treat demons or ghosts or monsters. Sometimes people make mistakes.
I know I hurt her. I'm going to fix that. I can't take care of her like I want to take care of her. I'm a broke artist, and I don't want to have to rely on my family or hers to keep us afloat. I want to see her do better than I did and actually get through school instead of drop out. I want to make sure she gets into med school and becomes the pathowhatever she said, the person that looks at stuff. So Annie, I got drunk. I got drunk and scared, and wanted to make sure she had a better chance at it because although she thinks I'm too good for her I know better than that because she deserves better. I took her back because I love her and want her to be happy. I know I don't deserve her but if she's happy with me, and I'm happy with her, how much pain can be there?
Sorry I hurt you too, Annorah. I'll make up for that, too. But you need to remember that I can't be treated like a spooky thing. I'm not a boogeyman.