I look at my friends, and see it in their eyes,
I had hurt them, with my words.
I am truly sorry.
But, they don't know that.
I call myself stupid, I say I'm an idiot,
I say I'll do anything to make it up.
My friends are worth more than the world.
I'm writing this (actually) true event, because...
I am truly sorry. I know no way to make it up to them.
When I look at myself in the mirror,
All I see is an idiot who can't watch her mouth.
I want to make it up to them,
But a lot is going on in my life.
I want to see their smile again.
I am miserable.
I never meant to hurt them.
I only tell this to the world, because I want my friends to know:
They are worth more silver, diamonds, or gold anyone in the universe could offer,
And when I hurt them, I feel hurt myself.
I don't deserve to be forgiven.
You, you deserve someone much better than I ever could be.
I'll never be anywhere near your standards.
I don't even trust myself to talk to you anymore.
I am sorry...
And, I don't know how to fix it.
I miss you, I loved you, Signed, your one and only ex-friend.