I wish Michael were here so I could tell him how fucking crazy you are.
I would tell him about all the things you said about me.
I wish I could tell Michael about you so he could kick your ass already.
Because someone needs to.
I wish I could tell Michael about you because I know he would laugh at how utterly ridiculous you are.
I thought that this morning.
Earlier than I would have liked to.
And I just cried and cried and cried.
Because it hit me.
That I have been left alone to deal with all of the crazies, the bad people, the people who are only out there to hurt you, all by myself.
And I can't tell Michael about it.
He's not here to protect me from it.
To come and save me from anything that is painful.
And then I thought, he probably already knows.
And I'm pretty sure he's laughing at you.
And I am damn sure that he has his money on me if it were ever to come down to a fight.
And I am pretty sure he is pulling strings for me - some how, to protect me.