I wrapped myself in my blanket like a cocoon and tried to hide from the world. Strangely enough, things didn't look so bad when you were wrapped in a blanket. Still, I couldn't shake the feeling of guilt. Yes, I had been hurt as I seemed to have read more into myself and him. Yes, I was hurt because I thought we had a connection. Nevertheless, I had ruined everything again. We definitely could have become friends at some point. But I couldn't keep my damn mouth shut.

I had, once again, yelled at him. My old self would be shocked if she knew how many times I had yelled...