There was a time this past year when it was incredibly awkward being around you. You’re depression, weird stares at me, revealing/mysterious facebook statuses that commented on hangouts we were both at, the expensive gifts, and the gift that was aimed a little too close to the heart. All at once, these things were coming at me and I didn’t know how to digest this at the time. But it seems to me that you were just trying to be a good friend. You’re good, don’t worry. MJD