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Note to self: never carry on a text message conversation as if the person can see you and hear your voice. You will be misunderstood.

Liz isn't talking to me right now. She's been depressed for the last two days and hasn't wanted to talk to anyone--I've been the one exception. I'm always the exception. But not anymore.

I wonder what that means.

We had a text message conversation in which I accidentally sound like I'm blaming her for all the drama in her life. And she knows that she brought a lot of this on myself, but the last thing she needs right now is for me to repeat it to her. I said I was going to be honest from now on--that doesn't mean I have to shove the past in her face. I didn't even mean to come off that way. As the conversation went on I just dug myself deeper because I was half awake and not thinking and thinking she'd get exactly what I meant, but she didn't, and now she's pissed at me.

I dunno. It's my fault for saying idiotic things and for not realizing how she's feeling right now.

I wonder if I've just alienated the last friend I can really talk to out here.

Never thought I'd see this journal go all emo. Who'da thought.



Going to a Red Sox game soon. That'll take my mind off things.