I got a lot of much needed sleep last night and woke up with intentions of writing a very funny story but plans have changed my friends.
I just read Tony's Latest Post and I'm too worried or upset to write about anything so frivolous. I think many of his readers just see him as an interesting story, and not a person. I see the person, who I was trying so very hard to steer away from a train wreck, but it didn't work. In fact, the part that scares me the most is maybe I, with my good intentions, pushed him further off the cliff. Maybe I put too much pressure on him to avoid the machines - too much pressure about something he is unable to control. I need to shut the fuck up and stop giving out unsolicited advice, which most likely will not happen. I cannot express how badly I feel about this.
I was only trying to help because sometimes when you're in the eye of the hurricane you don't have the entire picture, at least not as well as someone on the outside looking in.
I am sad.
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