I'm Done

"I'm Done. I'm done explaining. You don't want me? Fine. I fucked up. But everyone does. If you walk away from everyone who fucks up, you'll end up all alone..."

I made a huge mistake with someone. I fucked up big time and it seems to have ruined my chances of ever being able to try to be happy with someone that I really care about. And I understand that what I did was really fucking bad and that I have no right to ask for forgiveness. Which is why I'm not. All I'm asking for is the chance to prove that that's not who I am. Even though I know damn well that she knows who I am. I'm not a bad person. I got drunk, and I did something stupid. But I can promise that I'm not the only person who has ever done that. Nor am I the last person who will ever do that. No one can tell me that they have not done something stupid while they were drunk. No one other than those people who haven't been drunk before. (just in case ya'll get literal on my ass.
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I'm sorry. I've said it a million times. I'll say it a million more if I have to. But I'm not going to explain myself anymore. She doesn't seem to care what I think or feel about what happened. Doesn't seem to care about my opinions about it. So I'm done. I want to be with her. But if all she's going to do is scream low blows at me and then walk away as if they didn't hurt me at all, then I'm not going to waste my time trying to make her happy.