I apologized...

My friend didn't think it was the best thing to do--"If he doesn't bring it up, you don't bring it up," she said--but I apologized, anyway. I said I was sorry about what happened in the spring.

"It's alright," he said, "it's a new semester." In other words, I can leave it alone.

He was on MySpace yesterday, which means he read my note...and yet, he wasn't mad. Apparently, there's no hard feelings. I can stop holding my breath. No drama to be expected. :)

Hopefully I can forget summer...

...and move on to better things.

I think I've totally spoiled summer for myself. The tears I should have shed for my grandmothers were wasted on some dude who wasn't even thinking about me and probably saw me as a cheap thrill, anyway (I did kind of advance on him quickly in all fairness, but still--that's not what I'm about).

To add to the emotional turmoil I put myself through, I sent a letter to him on MySpace, which he has not responded to yet, because he still hasn't been back online since July 8. But I know that when he (or his girlfriend, because she could have access to his page) does see it, there'll likely be some drama.

So now that school is in session again for the fall, I am in full defense mode. I am preparing for the bomb to drop, the shoe to fall, the shit to hit the fan. I am ready for the next disappointment, because somehow, I know it's coming...