woke up tired. still haven't recovered from the show last night

remembered that i finally saw inter play in the champions league and they won. looked like they were going to lose. they were down by one. i was gonna be upset since i skipped class. they scored two in the last ten minutes

a friend i met while in france in 2015 direct-messaged me on instragram. she asked if i remembered a specific boulangerie(?) we stopped at before visiting the eiffel tower for our first time. that was also on my birthday, but i don't think she remembers that part. anyway, i affirmed i did. i even pulled up a picture that featured her on her camera. she said the place got new chairs. they're pink

that was the first time we've talked since then. i mean, there might have been a comment on a picture here or there, but the first real interaction. i blame myself for that. we hit it off at first. hung out a lot. but then, i guess i wasn't in a good place, mentally. i didn't recognize it at the time. i said some things i shouldn't have. and that basically had us not talking the rest of the trip. i expressed an annoyance with her and a couple others. was annoyed about the whole 'i'm a photographer' thing, but i shouldn't have been i mean, she was, is, a photographer. again, i think it was just me lashing out for some internal conflicts or something. we didn't hang out much after those few days in germany. i have a distinct memory of us, at the airport. we went in a similar direction when we were back in jfk, catching flights to our respective cities. we hadn't said much, but we did say a last goodbye. or maybe we didn't. and i regretted not saying it. i... i can't remember anymore. at least not right now. obviously i wish it hadn't gone that way. i should've apologized but i just felt like it wouldn't feel real. and then it was too late and i felt it no longer mattered. i don't know. one of the few things i regret. i learned from it, but it wasn't worth it, i don't think