I think you’re insane and dangerous, underneath everything else. Being serious. I mean that not as a figure of speech, I’m not just saying you’re crazy, but you yourself know I’m justified in thinking you’re crazy and I mean it. Say what you will about me, I know you do but you are hands down the shittiest person I have ever met but the other thing I get from you, a vibe, how I see you is there is nothing, not one thing about you, not a single thing, not a word, nothing, I could take seriously. You are the one person in this world that without trying, I could take nothing seriously when it comes to you. It would all be pure b******* to me. I don’t think I feel that way about anyone else in this world where my brain would just dismiss everything a person says as meaningless and not real. Pure b*******. Like it goes in one ear and out the other. I have strong feeling for you, but none of them are good.

I would always be watching out for my life if I had to be around you. I really see you as dangerous, that’s how bad it is. Dangerous in many ways, and not in a good way like a rock song, some cheesy s***, dangerous in bad ways. There is no way in hell I trust you with my back. I sure as f*** don’t want everything or anything you picked up or continue to pick up since I last saw you either. Once you touch it, it’s potentially there at any time, forever. I’m not all right with that. I always said that, and I mean it now more than ever. Maybe not so much then, now though, that’s way too much hanging over someone’s head. I wouldn’t want that. It does matter where you been.