“Colombia Project”
I’ve been attempting to apologize to you for about 2 weeks now. I don’t know why I feel so terrible about what “I did to you.” I thought that you understood where I was coming from, that night when we talked about everything YOU SAID YOU UNDERSTOOD. I told you not to get involved and you still did. I know it isn’t your fault, but I don’t believe it is mine either. I’m not attempting to make any type of excuses for my actions that night, I should have been considerate of you. I should have thought before I acted. I should have done so many things. Honestly, I didn’t think that not being friends with you would bother me as much as it does. Everyday, when I see you I want to run up to you and tell you some stupid random story, or crack a joke about things we used to joke around about. When I’m home now, I feel lonely. I miss talking to you, hanging out with you, eating with you, listening to music with you, getting into stupid/pointless 2 second arguments with you, stogging/blazing with you, and etc. I never took the time to tell you how much I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. You were there for me when I had nothing and no one. Thank you for feeding me while I was dead broke and out on my ass. Thank you for driving me to work when I was basically living off my own resources. Thank you for helping me escape the lonely, painful, and depressing hell I went through during those weeks. Thank you for never being quick to judge, thank you for being yourself. Thank you for the flowers. Thank you for understanding me. But most of all, Thanks for being a good hearted individual. I’m sorry for everything and I understand if you hate me, and never want to talk to me ever again. I had to attempt to fix things with you one last time, because YOU DO MEAN THIS MUCH TO ME<3.
