ok so one of my best friends sorta got into a bit of a fist fight. it ended with me un harmed and him having a bloody nose. both of us pissed as hell.
he left my party went home, i cooled down sorta was like ok well be fine in like a day, then his mom comes running towards me out of her car yelling, "hes coming up with a wrench i couldnt stop him!" and then i see him running around the corner running at me with a wrench trying to kill me.
i couldnt believe it.... it went way farther then it needed to go. not that many punches were thrown anyway.
so i booked it out of there running through the neighborhoods through corners. apparently he stopped soon after i turned a corner and dropped the wrench and broke into tears embarrassed. and i ran so far so fast that i was completly lost.
so i hitched a ride from a dude who was more then happy to take me back to my party knowing that i almost died. as soon as he dropped me back off, the person who tried to kill me just left.
he came back later and apologized, and i pretended to be cool you know. but i really cant forgive him when he tried to kill me. its impossible to avoid him, but honestly i hate seeing him now.
i guess what im trying to get at is, am i wrong for completly not wanting anything to do with him? am i wrong for having him dead to me inside?
