[He doesn't bother filtering this; he doesn't know if he lost time, if he hurt people he doesn't remember even talking to, so he keeps it open. The days have given him a chance to keep his shit together, at least.]

I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. Everything I said - I didn't mean it. I wasn't myself, I was [my future-monster-self] something else. And I'd never say the things I did. I'm sorry.

[He falls silent for a few beats, and exhales slowly.]

We missed Thanksgiving.