He's tired. He doesn't deserve grief from me. He doesn't deserve to be put through the shit I put him through last night, and according to him - it's the 3rd time this month.

Whatever ideas, concepts, understandings I'm trying to come to in my head - he's not the one to discuss them with. He needs the distance from me. To keep sane. So that he can have sanity, rest, sanctuary, salvation. Whatever needs I have to communicate, explore, intellectually masturbate or fool around - I need to seek them elsewhere.

So just don't smoke with him. That's it. Final. Ever again.

And keep your inner storms to yourself.