Conflated

Dear friend,
I'm sorry I stole your camera and left you drunk on the side of the road. Sorry. I curled up next to you. You say there is no other reason for you to stay here. I can't say the same. I'm just where I would be without you. If I'm what's keeping you here, where is it that you really want to be? I'm sorry I slapped him, I know I laugh too loud, talk too fast, drink too much, and pass out too early. I didn't want to hurt your feelings when I played you into each others' arms. I'm sorry I bought you that last drink. I'm sorry your not here anymore. I let things get out of hand but didn't elbow you in the nose. Sorry. I'll put you in the shower and make you drink water till you puke. I'll flag you a cab and send you back to the bar. Have a Dark and Stormy, that's our weather. I am afraid you will find that it tastes awful. They don't make them like they did before; out of control and irrational. Now its sweet and predictable. You're lost, I'm sorry I know exactly where that is.
only a little bit of myself. (maybe half an e or so)