"I know I ruined it!" I yell. "What do you think I've been sitting in my room telling myself for the last three ****ing hours?! 'She hates you now.' 'Good luck finding someone like her again.' 'Why did you run off like that, you coward?' 'You can't go back now, the damage is already done...'" I stop there, realizing that I was overreacting. If I'd just gone back to her apartment afterward, we could've talked it out, or at least made amends in some way. I personally turned everyone against me... "I'm... sorry..."