2004-04-11
Friday night at dinner I was talking with my parents and all of a sudden I had this huge heavy weight thrown upon me; I was sick with grief and guilt for two days and two nights thinking about what I had to do the next day. I had to tell someone something that was horrid and scary. And I knew that what I had to tell them could possibly change the way they felt about me in an instant...I, at this point in time, don't even know how I brought myself to tell the person but I did~ and I know that none of you know what it is I had to tell them, but know that it was something hard to tell.
Why was it hard? Was it the topic? Was it the situation? I'll tell you why it was hard; because I felt that in some small way that I had betrayed a person that I cared for very much...I had fucked up one of the first good things that had happened to me in a long time. I had taken something away from someone that I had no right to take...and there is a possibility that I could be paying for that for quite a while.
I want you to know that I am sorry and I am sure I will be for a very long time...
*Always.
Caitlin
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Sometimes those most worthy of love are not made happy by it. ~Dangeous Liaisons
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