Sorry.
9:17 p.m. on 2005-11-22

Had a huge argument with Mike.

I feel like total shit.

We were both in the wrong, maybe even more him than me, but I still feel guilty.

He isn't home yet. He left as soon as things looked like they might turn to violence.

He's probably getting wasted.

I wish I could.

I'm worried about him.

Can't concentrate on anything else.

I love you, Mike. I'm sorry.

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