It's been three weeks since my best friend stopped talking to me. I screwed up again, and didn't give her the privacy she wanted and deserved. I've missed talking to her. I've missed hearing her laugh. I've missed hearing her cuss me out. I don't know how she can forgive me for what I've done, but I'm finished trying to pretend I don't need her. I guess I need her more than she needs me. I never realized how much I took her for granted. We joked around a lot and I was always picking on her. Now that she's left my life, I'm able to see just how much she filled me with joy. I wish I could take it all back, just to talk to her again. I've never been this close to anyone before, and I guess it scared me. I've always said I was an Emotional Retard, now I've proven myself right. I've never wanted to be so wrong before. I had hoped that I'd go through life without any regrets, but once again, I have failed. I regret what I did that night. I regret that I pushed her away. I regret everything I ever did to hurt her. She once told me that no one else has ever made her cry as much as I have. Now I'm the one who is crying. I'm sorry.