pronto.

You're just like a bruise, it hurts and leaves a mark.

I'm resisting the urge to sulk. I'm just having a bout of down-time.

I'm just sick and tired of the pretend pursuit. I never thought my judgment of someone's character could be so off the charts. My erring judgment clouded my reasoning skills. I thought I knew you, seems like you proved me wrong. No wait .. I guess I proved you wrong.

I wish I could have someone console me the way it seems so easy to console a 5 year old who's crying. I wish you could console me and tell me everything's going to be alright and hug me tight. I wish it was really that easy to make me happier.

When deep injury is done to us, we never recover until we forgive. Forgiveness does not change the past. But it does enlarge the future.

Hence, will you forgive me?