I wish I could take back everything, or turn back time, or whatever. But you know, it did hurt, very much so, when you did that. I'm sorry for making everything worse, but for that very few seconds/minutes, I'm ashamed to say I felt so bitter towards you. But writing this all doesn't make me feel better. I understand the centre-theory better now. I had so much to say, so much to hold against you for seemingly blaming me for something that to me, really isn't my fault, and that I'd felt you'd've understood under more allowing circumstances, such as level headedness, but that's not for me to say, and even then, I let go, because He did. I can't really say much more, except that, really, it's now, to me, just so much twisted, hurtful, angst-filled, bitter moments, which I'm at a loss of what to feel about. Stop this. Now.