What’s important is i owned up and admitted that i made a mistake and i did apologize…twice. Even if the apologies were not accepted or acknowledged, i did try to do what i can. I may have lost them as my friends, but at least now i know that there are still a few good friends who support and love me even on days i make mistakes and say the wrong things. Who understand how to talk to me when my depression eats me. Life is still good, i guess.