I had a truly crappy weekend.
I was talking with Pixie via email, she very kindly offered to help me with something and we were in the very beginning stages of it. I was thrilled, and I told one of my friends about it.
And got lit into.
I'm immature, I don't think things through, what the h*ll am I trying to do? Do I really hate my life that much? If you do this you'll crush your parents hearts, everyone you know will be so disappointed...On and on and on... I felt horrible. I cried, and I never cry.
So I emailed Pixie and thanked her, and called it off.
And I really regret that, I do. Because, after giving myself more time to think, I know my friend is wrong about a lot of what she said.
But what's done is done, and my opportunity with Pixie and her help has passed.
In conclusion, I am a moron. And that's the worst part of it.