Zero.

There are so many things wrong with this world. I contribute to a lot of the bullshit; I wish I didn't.

You will probably be someone that contributes only indifference to your universe and I imagine that you find that contribution fitting to the life you lead. I don't particularly wish to have any sort of baring over your life any longer because it seems that the only guidance I give you is complete crap.

But I hope you learn to communicate.
To tell people how you feel and what you want, and to ask people how they feel and to ask them what they want, so all the emotions you can't figure out in your head will one day be smoothed out rather nicely. I think if you asked all the people in your life what they wanted from you, you'd find your life a lot easier to live. And I think if you, one day, found the balls to tell people what you wanted from them, you'd stop being such a miserable fuck and finally be able to express yourself without so much frustration and confusion.

I didn't think that telling you about the conversations I had with Paul would be such a big deal. It isn't now, but at the time it was and I guess that was my fault. I wasn't thinking.
I wish you would have been honest with me, about everything, and I wish you were capable of sounding anything but cold and completely sickened by my confusion over your actions.

Thanks for filling your debt.

Consider the balance zero.