Epilogue

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I look as if I had not slept for a whole week. According to some people you should feel better once you've confessed what you'd been keeping inside. No, that's not true, it only makes it worse. Sure, that's why I didn't want to do it. I wish I didn't care about what may happen from now on, but it's impossible. I ended up with an aching pride, uncertainty and a deep feeling of emptiness. For the very first time I'm regretful of what I've done. You know, usually I say I'm willing to learn from my mistakes, but not to regret. Now everything's changed.

In yesterday's post I wanted to put an end to that which had been tormenting me. I was convinced that friendship was the only thing that mattered. But then... I had to confess. I'm unable to say if it was for better or for worse. I only know that I can't do anything else.

I'm still wondering why the hell I hurt somebody I love so much. It was not my intention, yet I did. I've made bad decision after bad decision, which led me where I find myself now.

*Please forgive me.