Growing up sometimes means reaching out.

I reached out. I just hope it was the right thing to do. I'm sick of being petty; I'm sick of high-school drama. It's time to make it right, and it's time to do what's best for all of us in this odd situation. I just hope she takes my words to heart like I meant them. I truly meant what I said, but thanks to the rest of my gender being fake, because she may not believe me. Awesome.

Sometimes it honestly takes putting yourself on a ledge and asking the person who wants to kill you not to push you off, to give you a chance. Sometimes you just have to feed yourself to the sharks, and sometimes it works out how you want.

Please give me strength to hold my head up and know what I did was right. Please give her the means to understand that I want what's best for her and the baby.

I literally sacrificed my pride for someone I don't even know. Too bad she cannot possibly understand how hard that is for me to do.

Growing up sometimes means reaching out, but it seems I'm becoming more selfless, too.