Dear Daman,

I came to apologize. For all that shit I said. For who I am. Sorry, but I can't change. I can't. Love is a strange and magical thing. It's not a moldable piece of clay, to be bent to your or my or anyone's will. Nobody can change it. It's a roll of the dice, and spin of the wheel of fate. I could pretend, but why would I when I have the most amazing girlfriend in the world? Why would I change even though it would be submitting myself to a life of pretending, faking every smile and word? If you love me, then don't ask me to change. Because then the me that you know will be gone.

Sorry.

I know you like Cat. I don't think she likes you. I am almost 100% sure she doesn't like you. Not like that.

Sorry.

I know Salazar and I are gay now. Sorry.

Can't change it.

Psychotic