For most of my naïve life, I have felt some strange form of guilt for not liking a person. The more I disliked someone, the greater the guilt.
It must be me. I must just not be looking at the situation with the right perspective. I played a heavy hand in the fuck up between the two of us, I should be playing an integral role in smoothing things over.
I could not give a fuck.
HAPPY FIRST OFFICE FRIDAY of THE YEAR!