10:13 p.m. - 2006-09-18
done.
If there was anything that could've made me feel more resolved about the way I ended everything with her it was the voice mail from her friend. It was bitter, and mean, just the way I did it. I tried to avoid any background noises that might tug at my heartstrings, and let those vindictive words harden my heart to a nice grey stone. There were many times I could've walked away with just cause and without any reason for her to hate me. Maybe it's easier this way.
Who am I kidding? This is no way to end a relationship like what we had. This is just a drop in the bucket. But I was hurt. So hurt that I said meaner things than I've ever said. And they thought it was funny. So I said meaner things. They weren't taking me seriously. If there's anything I don't like more than being disrespected, it's being ridiculed. In any event, I'm too embarassed to try and apologize for the things I said. And of course, again, whatever she did wrong was triumphantly trumped by what I did wrong, and any effort for reconciliation will inevitably be concerned with the latter.
Denielle always tried to make things better. Until now.
