excuse me for being compelled to be honest. it is my diary. i always cared about you. i really did. it's just when we were together my mind wasn't right about the whole thing. getting in your pants was not the main objective. but looking back it doesn't seemed like we did much more than makeout. and while i thoroughly enjoyed all of that, i began to see of of that as extremely shallow. so i'm sorry for making you feel like a piece of meat or like you were objectivied. i feel thouroughly villianized, so take some comfort in that. i'd like to talk to you in person, so we can figure out where we stand without it being left open to interpretation. and without your friends being able to make nasty remarks and be completely juvenile about it. i care about you, sometimes i miss you, and here lately i've been thinking about you. i don't want this to be a cold thing. and while it may be far too late, i've changed my mind and i think it would be good for us to be friends. having an extra friend never hurt. but if it's too far gone, i understand. peace love and whatever makes yous smile...