...you cross a line with a friend that you didn't know you were crossing and then things just fall apart from there.

I don't usually write journals like this, but I really don't know what else to do, because the gist of it is that something happened, and I can't talk about it in details so I am just kind of venting this general frustration, because this is not the first time it has happened, but then because of the context of it, I can't talk with the person about it either.

No names or anything will be mentioned or even what it is over, just wishing I could talk it out, because that is the way things used to be for friends. You'd say something, cross a line, and then you would talk it out, fight it out, or something and hopefully you both felt better afterwards.

Anyone who has known me for anything length of time knows that I don't ever intentionally hurt someone in any form of what it means to cause harm. And if I do hurt someone, even unintentionally, I feel terrible, especially when it makes a friendship rocky, or completely obliterates it.

I just have been hit so hard that feel like my understanding of the world has been shattered and now lost in my own mind as I try to process all that has transpired in the past 12 hours.