[sounds of rush hour traffic pepper the background. a honk or seven is blaring in rapid succession]

``oh shit, hello? fuck, voicemail. okay, so here is the deal... i know i said i'd be there but i got caught in traffic. i'm still on the way, so don't freak out just yet or anything. i know you're probably thinking that i also said that the last time... but this time, i really am on the way. i swear to—

oh no, up yours, buddy!

hello? sorry, did i mention i was in traffic? anyway, i want you to know that... i'm not avoiding you, and i said i was going to show up so i will. you fucking hate that i do this shit because you always say that i'm avoiding it, and maybe you're a little right. maybe i am avoiding it, but i'm not avoiding you. just sometimes it is so damn hard to see your face.

like, to look at you and see the disappointment there. like i have failed you so many times... do you know how hard it is to face that? i hope you never do.

fuck, this is already too long but i just needed you to know, i'm not going to break my promise again...``