I suppose you could say since this is my blog, you could look into it and see my cynic's reflection. But I think as long as we're talking mirrors here you should take a good look at yourself. And contemplate just how much you wish it were my reflection looking back, cause it's a mirror, so it'd be yours. And I'm hot.

Monday, November 27, 2006

It's entirely possible I just fucked over forever any chance Natascha and I ever had at being friends. After a long, honest talk about our feelings, I told her, in exactly these words, "I hate you. I hate you. I fucking hate you." at which point she left to go home, and that was that. I feel her actions were called for, and as such I'm not going to try to stop her from feeling what she does. I sent her an apology, but at the same time, i know in my heart that's what i must have been feeling, to say such a hugely unapologetic or straightforward or blatantly rude thing to someone. I'm going to puke now then put myself to bed. Best of luck to me working this one out.

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