I thought about leaving this diary behind, creating a new one, and running away. And I then I realized that running away is what I've spent the last year doing; running. Well, that, and pushing people who tried to be there for me, away. I don't blame them for not wanting to come back; I've always been someone who, when things feel rough, I need to push people away just to see if they care enough to come back, or something. I guess it feel funny, now, because you can only put people through so much before they can no longer take it.

All I can hope is that someday, some how, they will want to be friends with me again. Because honestly, no matter how many times I've tried to deny it, I need my friends more than anything in this world, except Andrew.

Maybe it's just too late for apologies. Sometimes you just have to let go...