So, courage, teach me to be shy.

I cannot even explain to you the awkwardness of my day yesterday.

I would love to tell my readers what happened, but I can't write it in such a way that is not insulting.

Let's just say this;
I'm a shitty person, but you don't get to come to my door in the middle of Easter dinner demanding an apology/explanation.
I wholeheartedly apologized, but you got an explanation. I can only see us being friends, and I'm sorry that I can't feel more. But there's nothing else I can do.

But who didn't already know that I'm an asshole?
I mean, come on.
It's me.

I'm selfish, and whiny. Of course I'm an asshole. It's just the way I am.


Anyways, in other news, I bought two books today.
Books that I should definitely read, because they should be read by everyone.
And I have not gotten around to it... until now.
Wanna know what they are?

No?
Too bad.

I have purchased The Count of Monte Cristo, and Great Expectations.
Both of which are timeless classics, and both of which I definitely should have read by now.

Hey, at least I'll look a little intelligent whilst reading them on the train now, eh? ;-)

In other news.
I need a holiday.
I need to get out of here.

Help?