Saturday, 10:44 p.m.   Regrets To she who has been my best friend since 8th grade and we were in English together. Mrs. W. And we loved her she was the best. To Trip. Trippy. Wednesday. Toots. Lara Saw. Sara. I'm sorry for all the times I left you for a boy. And I'm sorry for all the times I got mad at you for something you didn't really do. And I wish now that I had been there and hung out with you. It's not that I was embarrassed of you, I promise, it's that I thought you were embarrassed of me. I'm sorry that I was blind. Now I'm sorry that I wasn't sympathetic when you were sad that I was gone. I can't see past the bridge of my own nose, I can't see past my own veil of anguish. To you, it seemed to me, you were just losing a friend. To me I was losing the world. I was losing my best friend, the love of my young life, the people who supported me when I didn't think I could go on swimming, the people who kept me on earth when I wished I could just die... But I didn't understand that it was more than just the best friend. I didn't realize you were losing more than me, you were losing everyone else too, the boys who were your friends who are too old and are going on their missions. I'm sorry I can't be there for you now. Here's to hoping you forgive me. I love you. Always and Forever. My Yin, my Trippy, my Wednesday, my toots, my Sara. Love your yang, your Kitty, your Shampoo, your dot, your Teresa.