So I'm thinking, just kinda wondering, really...
What if you found out you were wrong? About everything? Hmm? I mean, I know you think you were right, you were justified, but I don't think, I prefer not to think, you're that stupid. There's gotta be a glimmer in there somewhere about how that train got derailed. And I understand you painted yourself into a corner with your friends, your family, I don't care, I mean, I'd rather not be 'dissed' (did I get it right that time?) but I understand you have to live with them now, I don't.
But what if you were wrong? Entirely? I mean, if you realized it, would you ever acknowledge it? How would you? What would you do if you realized you were wrong tomorrow? In a month? In 5 years?
I just wonder what you think sometimes, what it was worth to you. Obviously not a lot, but that whole thing, was, well....
And afterwards, when you sent me that email with the Monday deadline - that was when I got pissed off. I mean, really pissed off. The whole bit where you were staying with your parents, "afraid", according to Mom, that was sad and pathetic, maybe a necessary drama to justify some extraordinary behaviours, but the high tone you took in that email, well, that pissed me off.
By the way, I'm not wrong. I won't bring it up again, I know when I'm wrong, I apologize, I do what I can to make things right. Sometimes nothing can be done, but I acknowledge my error. I'm not wrong in this.