Drunken conversations with unforgiving exes.

Well, I didn't beg her to come back to me and profess my love or anything, so I'm not that pathetic at least. We were good friends after we broke up for awhile and I'm wondering why we washed our hands of each other over something so petty. Which, for those of you that aren't my biographers, is screwing another girl months after we broke up. I like to think we had something deeper than a typical naive teenage relationship and we're mature enough to let bygones be bygones. Creepy guys like me don't get too many real friends in life and I wanna be on good terms with the person that probably knows more about me than I do. No dice. Life goes on.