Spontaneous combustion at the forefront of redemption.

[tackula]

So, I had some bouts with anxiety, intermingled with definitive fun and action. I kind of scratched his car against a pole on new years eve (no I wasn't drunk, just stupid). He's still calling me, which is good, but there is awkardness. I composed a letter explaining a lot and I'm hoping that will do some form of justice. No response while I sit saddened and wait for a phone call or something, going out of my head. I want to call but I feel the need to back off until things are read or there is some excitement back on his part, plus sleep is crucial.

I really really really hope I didn't blow it, freudian style, being scared and behaving intensely.

Ugh. This one is sooo awesome, but I fear for the worst.