Probably. I'm trying to be better, really. I know the whole weight of the universe isn't on me here which helps, I guess.
You're hot. Period. Not garbage at all. And I'm not changing my mind ever, either. I love you. I always have and I always will. I'm okay if we're both total idiots as long as we get to be idiots together.
I miss you. Darla feels even emptier without you. Come home.
[there may be a few tear stains blurring the edges of that last part π but all still legible]