As much as I tell myself that I want to forget, and pretend that I have already forgotten... I can't. And I don't want to. It's as simple in that. I regret all of those decisions that I made in the heat of the moment, but what can I say to make it any better? Apologies do not wipe away the fact that I am immature. So I remain here, grasping wildly at a last string of hope. Hope for what? friendship. or cordialness. yes. thats always a good place to start. so do something. No, no more actions from my side, I've done enough to kill the situation already. So I'll just sit. and wait. wait for a letter... a message... a note... anything. waiting for something that will probably never come. seems like I'm always waiting for something...