I’m not a horrible person. For the most part.

There was a ... falling out ... with one of my friends. It’s a person who was there for me when I really needed someone. And when he needed someone, well, I guess I got disappointed that I couldn’t cheer him up, that I wasn’t making a difference, and I disappeared. I’m ashamed and embarrassed by my behavior. I guess the hardest part is saying “sorry” and making sure the person I’m apologizing to knows I’m sincere, that maybe the reason for my absence is because I didn’t want to say anything else to make things worse. That I was shocked and hurt too, but didn’t need to put that out there while this person was trying to pull things together. That I do still think about this person a lot, but I’m too ashamed and embarrassed by disappointing him to make contact. Which is the reason I’m posting this here, on the off chance it will get read.

But know that I am truly sorry, and that I never wanted things to end badly. I guess in trying to avoid weirdness, I made it worse. I’m sorry for the way I’ve acted. Yeah, I should know better. I really should.