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Well, I got that meeting with my friends negotiated down to just me, the girl I hurt and another friend, so I went. I can't possibly explain how nervous I was (and I'm hardly ever nervous about anything). But it went completely fine. Sure, we talked about how I need to change and understand when things are supposed to be secret and stuff, but they weren't yelling or anything and we're very, very good friends again. I'm glad I went and got it all sorted out, because I've never felt as bad as I did this week. But thank you so much for your lovely comments on my last entry, they helped a lot!
So now I just happy, relieved, easter holiday, Liverpool just won, I've written a little on my intersex-essay, visited my grandmother, gotten some freckles in the sun, things are great. Going up to our cabin in the woods in a few days to read, read, read and write and eat and have a good time.
And! I've found quite cheap tickets for New York in the end of May, so why not? My flatmate, me and another friend are thinking of going. We've got two friends living there already, and another one who's going to stay there in May. Going to New York would be so awesome. This would be respectively three months, two months and one week before the three of us turn 21, but the boys that already live there are a year older than us, so I guess there'll be some drinking anyway. I really want to do this.