To her:
I'm sorry. i realized how terrible i am. i quit. he's yours. ALL yours. im done and i want us to be friends and i realize it would be easier if i actually told you in person. some things changed my mind and im glad you confronted me in person calmly. i think the only reason i didnt like you was because my friend hates you. but i dont. lets go back to fourth grade and be friends. i hate how immature this all is/was and i hate it. i hate this all so much, that you'll never fathom how much hatred i have. i'm sorry and i can never say it enough. i think i was only looking for attention. but i feel disgusted with myself. im sorry.