Well, there I go again. I really do have quite an ability to be a sardonic bitch. If only they gave medals for that.
And while I’m here overreacting, mulling over this one little thing in my head, I tell myself, it’s only this one little thing. Get over it. You’ll forget about it tomorrow.
But it’s not tomorrow. It’s right now, and I just read the email, so I have a goddamn right to be pissed off. I probably should have been a little less sarcastic, but fuck it. I’ve never sincerely apologized in my life, and it’s not going to start now.
It’s not one of those things where I never think I’m in the wrong or anything. I’ve been wrong loads of times. What it is, is that I just have difficultly apologizing for something I’ve done. Because, well, I’ve done it. I can’t take it back, it’s done. Apologizing won’t change a thing. I’d be more willing to help you be okay with whatever I did because I’m okay with it now, and if you’ll just accept that what’s past is past then we can move on and forget all about it.
The most I can do is admit I was wrong. That’s all you’ll ever get from me. It might sound a little snarky, because I’ll usually say it in a tone that implies more. I’ll say “Okay, I was wrong.” But I’ll REALLY be saying, “Okay, I was wrong, get over it. What do you want me to do about it?”
So, is now the time that I should admit I was in the wrong? Nah, not now. Give it time.
I have very few regrets. Come to think of it, I probably have no regrets. Again, I can’t change what I’ve done. I can only realize it’s done. And that’s all there is to it.