Tomorrow

I am still very upset. I don't know what is going to happen between us, but I guess I have felt that way for a while. I am sorry about the mean things I said. Those were the words of a hurt broken man. The man I have become.

I am going to talk to the shrinks at work tomorrow. I need to. My arm is bleeding pretty bad right now and I keep on duct taping more paper towels to it. I don't want to show this to them cause that is not going to be easy to explain.

I need to go home. I need to stop this fucking job and go home. Go out with Bobby and Mike. And just relax some. I am thinking about cutting my tour short and coming back at the beginning of summer. I need to get the hell out of this place.

I am so sorry that I hurt you. I never in my wildest dreams thought in the begininning of this all that I would do that to you. Nor did I ever imagine that I would end up like this.

The fact of the matter is is that I am afraid, and confused, and don't want to hurt you. And it very much so pains me cause I LOVE you so very much. I want nothing more than to be with you forever.

Anyway That is all I have I guess. I am sorry that I have fucked up your life so much, I only hope that I have the chance to make it all better for you too.