This is just a vent: I've hurt people where I never meant to hurt, I called out on people I never meant to be rude to, I let someone die in front of me. I can't do this anymore... I've made enemies where I didn't mean to and I hurt them badly. I never should've come back... I should've stayed away because no one wanted me... well... maybe two but... they don't come on much anymore... maybe I'll go back... maybe I'll go back to where I had friends... though that's where one of my friends committed suicide... though there, I'm not alone, but here, I'm alone... I wonder who will beg me to stay and who will let me go back to where I stayed for those 8 months away from here... Maybe, if I try, I could have an enemy become my friend... I wish I could. Too bad I don't have the great power to fix messes...
