The stark realization that someone couldn't care less if i lived or died has just pushed me over the edge.....
My feelings for her are officially dead.
jump for joy, whistle whatever..... They've died.....

No i don't hate her.... no i don't dislike her.
i still want her as a friend, if nothing else.
We started as friends, i hope we can go back to that.
It'd be really sad if we couldn't even be friends.

You'd expect a certain amount of relief from having feelings that died...
instead i feel a certain amount of remorse.
the fact that she still blames me for everything that has happened between the both of us.
I'd like to be given the opportunity to be able to make up for those mistakes,
but if she isn't going to give me that chance, then, well, what can i do?

I won't say that i won't care about her.
I won't say that i won't watch out for her.
In me, i'll still want to be a friend to her.
I'll still care, and i'll still watch out for her.
But anything more than that? i don't know.
we'll see as time goes by.......