I don't know
It's 8:40 in the morning. I have to be to work by 10. I hope Jared gets on. I promised him I'd try not to cry last night, but I did.
You, see, what happened was, my parents went away for the weekend with my little sister, and my brother and I stayed home alone. I was outside when they got home yesterday afternoon, so I ran up to my mom and I was ( Read more... )
I am really sorry for the things I said the other night. The way I acted. Everything. I know we'll make up sooner or later. But hopefully sooner, rather than later. We always make up, and that's what I love about our friendship. I know we're not as close as we once were, but maybe we'll get like that again. We just need to have one good night of late-night bonding. But, anyways, back to my apology, I don't know why I said the things I did. I'm just like that. I act on impulse rather than think about what I'm getting ready to say. I'm sorry I fucked up our tradition. And I'm sorry I fucked up your night. I know you probably don't even care that we're fighting because we don't live that close, and it's easy to avoid me. You probably think it's no big deal when we fight because you don't truly care about me like I care about you..because you don't know me. We've never met, but I know we will one day. I hate the fact that I'm apologizing first. It's sort of like a pride thing. I hate apologizing. It's a huge deal to me. I think I'm maturing a lot because I've been able to apologize more, and really mean it, in order to keep the ones I care about close to me. Jared and I made up that same night, but I'm sure you already knew that. I probably said some shit about you to him, too. I really don't remember. But.. I'm sorry for it. I'm sorry if I've ever hurt you in any way. I'm sorry if I've ever made you feel like shit. I'm just sorry. I love you, Ashley... And I'm not a lesbian.
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