Im proud of the fact that Ive wiped all my slates clean. Im over the past, and Im moving straight towards the present. Whatever happened, happened. And Ive apologized, To everyone, And its done. I took the time out of my day, these past few days, to apologize to people who needed apologizing to. I made amends with people I needed to fix things with, And to some? I ended things, but I apologized and was kinder about it. And maybe people will never stop blaming everyone else, and refuse to see themselves in any situation. But thats okay. Because Ive moved on. Im unaffected. I am stronger than this, And I am bigger than this. And being bigger means apologizing in the midst of anger. Being able to be nice even when you feel like you could drop kick the other person. Im trying to be a better person, and I wont ever let someone tell me Im doing a bad job. Certainly people who never hang out with me, who never talk to me, and who only know of my NOW from my myspace. Never again. All these years of holding back how I really feel you about you, and now it comes pouring out. You want to attack me? Tell me I was always selfish? Tell me I was a terrible friend? If I was a terrible friend why would you be depressed for so long when I "disappeared". People will always blame everyone but themselves. I admit that I had just as much a part to play as everyone else. But I did not have the lead in this play. And to say I did is entirely unfair. Im not fighting anymore. We dont know eachother anymore. Bullshit that you "shouldve seen this all along". Could you be anymore melodramatic? I was a good friend to you. And likewise, you were good friends to me. And we were close. And we had fun. AND OF COURSE, there were things we hated about eachother. But ironically, those hates were fairly similar. So dont make me out to be the traitor. The liar. The fake. The hypocrite. The bitch. Because unmistakably youve spotted your own shadow. That is a description of all of us. So deal with it. It takes two people to walk away. It takes two people to fight. Im so tired of the blame game. When I read your entries, I see your surveys, all I can think is: BLAHBLAHBLAH. Go on. Try to hurt me with your "icks.." and your " A CERTAIN SOMEONE's." Im not affected anymore. I will not allow you to bring me down. Count me off as, PERMANENTLY ERASED FROM YOUR LIFE. I love you. Im sorry. But theres just no other way. The end