He’s shit.
I want to wipe him off the face of the earth like the steaming pile that he is. I kept thinking, over the past couple of months, that if I was the type that would get involved in business that matters not to me; I would have warned him of the eventual shitstorm that would likely occur. So here we are, his foolish attempt to level things out better than he did with me… I know it won’t happen, because he’s a git. I feel sorry for him… and I feel sorry for the person I despise for taking something from him that was to be mine.
Not that it would make any difference now, but if he regrets what he has done on such a level, why not attempt to make up for it? I guess that’s a fundamental personality difference, one that I never noticed during our relationship. I do my very best to avoid doing wrong to anyone and if it should happen, I do make a conscious attempt to atone for it.
He’s right though, with at least one thing, I didn’t deserve the shit he gave me… nor do I deserve to still hurt almost a year later from seeing him. For a moment I wanted to help him… I guess that, and this entire entry for that matter, proves I still give a damn — even if I’d give just about anything to completely forget the entire experience.