I'm starting to feel stupid here. I've managed to let emails from him effect me. Emails. Words on a fucking page. This kid is struggling to get by, hustling for the bare minimum, way in over his head financially, living transient and learning the hardest of ways. He doesn't have his shit together one bit. And I've been worried about him, with regard to me? Nah. That doesn't make any sense. He's hustling for gas money to hustle some more. Ain't no concern of mine. I'm good.