I'm not avoiding you. And even if I was it's not because you neglected to tell your room mates, the ones who were worried so fucking badly they got deathly ill, that you could, Oh I don't know, possibly res-su-fucking-rrect! No, really, Trauma. When did that not seem like something important to you? Something we might have liked to have known?

[He in inched in closer, talking with his hands] You're so self centered on all this that you wont even talk to me about something important like that? What did you think I was going to think? 'Oh, holy shit. He's a freeeeeak! Seriously? I mean, really, seriously? I talk to my fucking father like I'm insane and can possibly levitate if I tried. I don't know.... logic? It seems to be missing here.

[......um.... rant!]