ugh.

michael and raven probably won't handle it well. i don't know if we should even do our new years tradition, but then i'd feel as cheap as the assholes we're spiting when we do it.

... and it's funny, just yesterday morning michael texted me saying things were picking up.  that pete is happy enough to be playing guitar again.  that raven's okay.  that he's okay.  and that soon i'd feel better, and maybe we could ring in the new year on a positive note.

'yeah your friends have made my brother's life miserable and you won't even lift a finger to stop them but let me give you a boner while we're here.'

how do you even find someone like that when here i am stuck with filmore and ike.

like some stupid itch under my skin that i can't scratch without ripping it open first.