you're right you know (and you know it, as always), and i knew that as soon as i'd said it, it was the wrong thing to say. unfair.

so i guess it's time for me to 'man-up' (and perhaps buy a dictionary). as i swallow my pride and drop myself down a peg or two (or several for that matter), i'll tell you and anyone who wants to know that i was wrong and that i fucked up (which you may be interested to know is why that no longer exists).


i suppose one thing i've learnt in the past 24 hours is that words hurt, and i mean really hurt. like shards of glass, they'll cut you to pieces and throw you to the vultures.
its a feeling you will never get used to. ever.

and no matter how many times you say sorry, it is never lost.

no matter how much i care about you: forgiven but not forgotten.

but then again, thats just me.


E.