Record: 39

I'm out of the elevator.

And my arm is better, it seems.

*visible for a few minutes, then struck out*

Why...what the hell was I thinking? Now I want to go see him and apologize, but that probably means nothing. I'm so heartless. If he wanted to hit me I'd let him. I'd deserve it. But I still want to talk...

*written hesitantly, a little shaky* Stoneface. If you're reading this...I'd like to talk.