Apology

I make things worse, especially friendship. I always offer insight that people think I'm a hypocrite. That day, I sent a message and post it in someone's facebook wall, just want to amuse someone to grin, but I make the trouble, and she might think that I'm willing to infuriate her. I didn't know anything but I pretended to know everything. it was so a debacle, indeed she might thought I meant to make her angry. To retrieve the wounded friendship and preventing it to deteriorate, I would try to apologise. Whenever an apology is emanated from myself, she would hate me because she thought that I never expiated, but I did, just I didn't know how to express it.

Friendship is a total failure for me, I don't know how to perpetuate a friendship. I didn't  know these things and because of them, I get giddy within. I don't know and couldn't know what people's thought. I want to use a duct tape to recover all the worst I had caused, but I perplexed how to get it right. The bleak circumstances, causing a sense of desolation and hope I could bemoan towards someone; yet, no ones could I shared towards.

Towards someone who I made them furious:
Sorry. Maybe you rejected my apology but I still need to apologise to set my mind and relieved. I just want to make our friendship perpetual but as the debacle from me, didn't know how to do. I know you spurn at me, but I must say I know my character isn't intact, but still, sorry.

The 'someone' probably are:
1) Dinosour -although you are really a squalor, but sorry for my contempt and ostracism.
2) Emo -You must think I'm hypocritical, but yes, I'm one of a hypocrite and sorry for disappointing you.
3) Sharon -Sorry I didn't greet you whenever I saw you.
4) QiLi -I know you don't have a computer with internet connection; thus, you won't see this but sorry because I show-off in front of you.

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more and more but I can't remember their names once... If I do remember, I will post the names in this post as promptly as possible.

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I miss the real me, and I feel dismally empty, because what if the real me does, how he make things better? I miss the cheerful me, the person who could amuse people to break into broad smiles; but who am I now, is someone I don't know.