I’ve done the math enough to know the dan­gers of our sec­ond guess­ing
Doomed to crum­ble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication

—Tool, Schism

I sup­pose I feel it most when you’re not around. Empty nights, when it’s been another day with­out contact.

Part of me misses talk­ing to you, but part of me doesn’t feel like it just yet. It’s a con­tra­dic­tion I can’t explain. Not that it mat­ters anyway.

You’re not stub­born. You’re not lazy.

You just don’t get it.