It's approximately 5.15am now, I reached home from work not too long ago. Tonight was a disaster.
How I managed to request a confrontation without knowing what I wanted to say and what I wanted out of it still beats me. I asked the questions. I begged for the answers. When I finally got them, I didn't know how to react.
What the fuck, Rachel.
I deserve a slap and a shove off a motorbike.
I'm sorry, to whomever it may concern. I really didn't mean it, and I never expected it to happen.I'm still going to be me, and you're still going to be you. And we're still going to have as much fun with each other like we always did. I don't want
ANYTHING to change.
Please, don't let things change because of what I said.
