an much needed/deserved apology

Hmphf. I’ve never been good with apologies. It’s simply not one of my strong points (so I’ve been told). And it’s not that I feel as though I’m perfect and beyond apologies. Not at all. It’s more that I can’t ever find the right words to say… or not say. So I shall simply begin with

I’m sorry. Please forgive me. 

it’s coming.

There’s a GIGANTIC update coming. Oh yea. Get happy.

of forgiveness & forgetting

NOTE: Don’t read this. I just needed to get it all out.

Last semester was quite possibly the worst semester of my life. I feel that if I don’t write this out, I won’t be able to fully move on. And right now, all I really want is to move on.

The Story: I met these three girls (for the sake of this story, let’s call them A., B., & C.) and it didn’t take me long, after talking with all three of them, to learn that they were best friends. Towards the end of sophomore year, it came the time for us to pick our courses for junior year. Naturally, A., B., & C. wanted to at least have one class together. And since we attend a rather large high school, the chances of that happening were very unlikely. At this point, the relationship between those three girls and me was still at a very early stage and something in me made me suggest that they join a society that I was already a part of. That year, the Society had really been struggling and the Sponsor was looking for dedicated students to join the Society for the following school year so that she wouldn’t have to deal with as much stress as she had had to that year.

Coincidentally A., B., & C. met the requirements, passed the interview & essay portion, and made it into the society. The following year (my junior year), the threesome and I became really close, especially B. and I. As I reflect, it holds true that I spent the majority of my weekends with the girls.

This is when the problems began.