Meh.
I always give in. I am stubborn enough to fight my way through, but never stubborn enough to fight my way through the end. I gave in again. What would have been the point in winning anyways? She was hurt, I was hurt, our friendship was hurt. That was another pointless fight about which we will hopefully laugh tomorrow. In the end, we can blame it again on our youth. The hurtful things we say, the anger we feel, the tears we cry, the inability to properly express, the inability to properly understand, the blind judgements we make. I always feel sorry in the end, and I guess she feels the same. So where was the point in all that anger? Maybe the point was to make us realize the little faith we have in each other's feelings. Maybe we don't trust each other enough to make amendments simply instead of turning all this into a mess as we did. We care enough to do harsh things but not enough to simply let go? I don't know what the answer is. I wished I did though.
On a lighter note, what could I say? I am going to watch a hockey game tonight. My first time within the Bell Center. We are most likely gonna be too far. Should I bring binoculars?
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