"Yesterday I fuck'd something up for someone I love very much. In class I couldn't concentrate. I feel like crying, but I'm pissed off, but I'm sad. I really don't know what to feel. I don't even feel like going to pick up this stupid lanyard. I just don't feel like doing much of anything right now. God I sound like a bitch, but I know that what happened was totally my fault. I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to. You shouldn't have had to go through something like that because of me. I'm so sorry."
On this day...I cost Andrew his car. I didn't wear my seat belt. I was so sad that it was my fault they took it away. I felt even worse that they made us sit on the curb as though we had done the most heinous of acts. And then, we had to do the walk of shame, with all the stuff in the car...home. (Bright side to the story? We only lived 2 blocks away)
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