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That moment

I've had a moment...one of those where I want to shoot myself...

I've been messaging Michelle today and asked if I can see her for 5mins when she's free.

My friends and I was out in the City around that time so I asked Michelle to meet up at the Casino at 8pm, since that is when she finishes her yoga class...my phone was nearly flat of juice and wasn't in the best of areas for reception.

8pm came, I was waiting but Michelle didn't turn up...no text...no call...by 8.29pm I left the Casino...two messages came at once...one saying Mitchell was heading over from Yoga...second one...she left because I wasn't there...and she needed to go home.

It's my fault for not being clear...cocked up what could of been something.

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