To those who should know who you are.
Even though I don't even know if you occasionally grace this page with a look anymore, I just want to tell you that I'm Sorry.
Yes, I was a complete retard for the things I have done. I was unwilling, or incapable of seeing how I could help with your cries for attention and pleadings for comfort.
I failed in all those regards.
I failed to show you that I did not become like those in your past. I failed to show you that I could become greater than ever.
I failed to meet your expectations of me, and for that, I can only ask for forgiveness. I know I'll never get it. I didn't get it the last time I make a plea like this, and I don't ever think I'll truely deserve it, at least not from you.
I screwed up something wonderful. It was rocky at times, yes, but wonderful. Even if it hadn't had lasted, if I had only payed more attention...we'd still be friends today.
I'm sorry.
For those of you who do not know what any of this means, relax. As of this moment, I will no longer brood on anything, nor bring you into a situation that is long since passed and, for better or worse, has been solved with brutal efficiency. If you want to know more, please feel free and ask. I'll do my best to give you as neutral of a recap as I possibly can. It won't be, as any psychologist will tell you, but I will at least try.
For those of you who DO know what this means, again, relax. I don't want you to go running off and telling certain people that they HAVE to read this. They don't. If they don't want to, I understand more than anyone would ever give me credit for. If she wants to read this, it'll be her decision. I don't want anyone making it for her.
Yes, I was a complete retard for the things I have done. I was unwilling, or incapable of seeing how I could help with your cries for attention and pleadings for comfort.
I failed in all those regards.
I failed to show you that I did not become like those in your past. I failed to show you that I could become greater than ever.
I failed to meet your expectations of me, and for that, I can only ask for forgiveness. I know I'll never get it. I didn't get it the last time I make a plea like this, and I don't ever think I'll truely deserve it, at least not from you.
I screwed up something wonderful. It was rocky at times, yes, but wonderful. Even if it hadn't had lasted, if I had only payed more attention...we'd still be friends today.
I'm sorry.
For those of you who do not know what any of this means, relax. As of this moment, I will no longer brood on anything, nor bring you into a situation that is long since passed and, for better or worse, has been solved with brutal efficiency. If you want to know more, please feel free and ask. I'll do my best to give you as neutral of a recap as I possibly can. It won't be, as any psychologist will tell you, but I will at least try.
For those of you who DO know what this means, again, relax. I don't want you to go running off and telling certain people that they HAVE to read this. They don't. If they don't want to, I understand more than anyone would ever give me credit for. If she wants to read this, it'll be her decision. I don't want anyone making it for her.