Man I’m sorry to hear that. I’m not going to pretend to know how you feel or give you hollow “I understand” or “it’s going to be okay” promises because I can’t back them up, and yeah the next few months are going to be proper shit.

All I can tell you is that having known you for half a dozen paragraphs on a phone screen, I already care about you more than that bumbling punchable arse piece that is going to make life difficult for a couple of years, and I think it’d be super cool if you stayed around a while.

I can’t promise you wonders, but I do hope you find your way.