Fare thee well, Blue Eyes.

It's strange, to go back through past histories and realize that I can't remember so many of the little things. I'm constantly surprised at how easy it is to forget the Big Picture for all the details: how easily a man's face fades into obscurity while his mental unbalance remains at the forefront.

Did I ever know Blue Eyes?

Of course not.

I just pretended him into a world where I knew all the rules; that's all this ever was.

The first thing you learn about promises is that you shouldn't make them. They have this way of coming back and biting you in the ass. Or on the throat, tearing it out so that you can't breathe anymore.

Sadness and anger don't mix well. Or maybe they mix too well. I'm just here, feeling like I should be crying, but my eyes are too damn dry and I can't remember what that feels like, to have the calming wetness of called-for tears.