Breaking my self-imposed exile.
I'm not sure what to say but I guess since I was kicked out, there's not much to say anyways? Obviously that is over and done with and I guess it's all moving on and I don't... have to be a part of it. Nor does anyone seem to want me to be.
Funny how this all happens the few days I really can't deal with it. Hmm.
Anyways, I guess everything's changed and yet... I still feel bad. Not because of what happened, things like that are never cool and they never will be.
But didn't I start this?
Hmmmm... I think I did. I'm not sure if that means I should say sorry or not.
I feel kind of majorly miffed, but at the same time... well, we knew it was bad when -I- was the one making something happen. I'm not that kind of person, but sometimes things just rub me enough to get the ball rolling.
Of course, then it snowballed and things didn't quite go as planned, but again... really?
I'm not sure what to say about it anymore.
I guess being forever irrelevant is the best course - it's much less stressful and I'm less likely to cause messes, right? But I kind of wonder.
And then decide that it's time to cook some noodles and move on. New shiny people and nobody seems to want my help anyways so.
Farewell? or something. You know.