Woozi: I'm sorry about how I said that. [06:24pm]
Woozi: I just...I guess...
Woozi: Okay, look, I'm not cute.
Woozi: and it's not that I think that cute is offensive.
Woozi: I hear it a lot. I hate that I hear it so much. Is that all I am, just cute? and when you said you had a crush on me... I guess I freaked, I felt suddenly really uncomfortable [06:25PM]
Woozi: Not that there's anything wrong with liking another guy, I just... was surprised, and being next to you felt weird.
Woozi: Shit, I'm making this worse. [06:26PM]
Woozi: I guess I've never been in this kind of situation... I don't really socialize much.
Woozi: But could you answer? Just once? I know you're reading these, and I want you to know I'm sorry, I just freaked out, because I wanted to beat the crap out of you for all that stupid shit you did. I mean...you came to my house, sitting on the doorstep in a box when I was in my room, huddled under a blanket in the dark because I was sure my mom was going to die, you annoyed me, but at least it felt like I wasn't alone, even when you and your friends came with me to the hospital to visit my mom, if you weren't there, I would have ran out and went back home to lock myself away from everybody. [06:28PM]
Woozi: Were you crying? Earlier when you were ignoring me, were you crying?
Woozi: That was all my fault, wasn't it?
Woozi: I'm a sour, short, kid who confuses my senses and doesn't get out much, all I ever do is music, I don't really know how to talk to people, my mom was right, I have no friends. [06:29PM]
Woozi: But I know I was an absolute asshole, and none of that should be an excuse, but all I have is excuses, and I know they mean nothing, but I want to say I'm sorry. Please just say something so I know you're okay? [06:30PM]
I rolled over in my bed with a sigh, looking at the ceiling. Why do I always ail at being a human being? I can't even write a proper apology. And it didn't look like Soonyoung was going to reply, if he couldn't do it in person, why would he over a text message?
It was funny, I was hardly thinking of my problems, of everything my mom said about me. Now that I was thinking of it, Soonyoung was the closest thing I had to a friend, he was the only person who had actually been there for me.
And of course I'd screwed that up most probably. I'd pretty much made fun of how he felt, like the heartless bastard I am.
I sniffled, wiping budding tears with my shirt sleeve. What have I done?
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