Why do I think that you are not really sorry? 
The Dietrich thread is strangely addictive. Listening to him gives me the sweats. He's frustrating, unbelievable, and quite possibly insane. YOU gave me a taste of that poison, now I feel like you are Dracula and I am Renfield. Sorrow is measured in many ways. I am sorry, but I sense the calling. I'll be back. It is inevitable.
*I tried to make this post as dramatic as possible.
