Ok, I have a confession to make. I am completely psyched about "American Idol" starting tomorrow night. I feel like a complete weird-o, and my family keeps making fun of me! *sobs
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You know what? I'm throwing in the towel, here. I deleted the conversation we had in my journal, and I would like to move on from this.
Obviously nothing I say is going to make it past your ears, and nothing you say is going to make it past mine. We're far too stubborn to ever give in to the other, or ever admit we were wrong in anyway. This whole thing is dragging on and on and bringing me down.
I'm sorry for ever making you or any of the others feel uncomfortable in anyway. I'm sorry that the road my life was, and maybe still is, heading down made you feel like you couldn't hang out with me anymore. Basically, I'm sorry.
You're right. We're both too stubborn, and I think it's a good idea to call it truce. But that means that we will be civil towards one another. I don't really see things being the same as they were. As you said, this was an accident waiting to happen. But I know what you mean, this is going nowhere with us shooting our points of view at each other, and niether or us want to hear the other person out. It's just how we are, and I guess the mature thing to do is move past it.
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Obviously nothing I say is going to make it past your ears, and nothing you say is going to make it past mine. We're far too stubborn to ever give in to the other, or ever admit we were wrong in anyway. This whole thing is dragging on and on and bringing me down.
I'm sorry for ever making you or any of the others feel uncomfortable in anyway. I'm sorry that the road my life was, and maybe still is, heading down made you feel like you couldn't hang out with me anymore. Basically, I'm sorry.
My call? Agree to disagree and call it a truce.
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