Don’t even worry about it, man. I’m supposed to be learning “emotional independence” anyway. I told Owen he didn’t have to visit me, which was hard but I managed it. I mean I thought he’d stay with me anyway, but that’s not the point. The point is that I managed to say it, whether I meant it, or not. I did kinda have a weak moment when I asked Frankie to come see me, but I only asked once and he didn’t want to. So no harm, no foul. I’m coping on own… I don’t know. I’m not really getting better. My kidneys are healing, which means that they did manage to get all of the toxin out of my system, but my liver’s shot to shit… I think I did this to myself too, Hunter.