Heather didn't know much of what to say in response to that. He was right. She knew that much already, and she'd known it ever since that horrible fog had lifted and her mind started to clear again. She didn't have any problem admitting that what she'd done was a bad idea all around. Not only Ruby, not only Sam, but pretty much everyone else had told her the same thing about keeping things private and remembering timing and thinking before she acted. And maybe making one mistake didn't make her an awful person, but she felt like it. She'd never hurt, angered, or worried so many people all at one time in her life.
Finally, after a long couple of moments of silence, she stood up and moved towards the center of the room, wiping both hands down her face while her back was turned to him. This had turned into a far bigger mess than she'd ever thought it would be. She didn't want people calling her a drama queen or a selfish bitch or thinking she was just some kind of bipolar psycho who Sam didn't need to be bothering with, not to mention the rest of his family and friends as a whole. But she didn't see how to avoid it now.
"The whole point of what I was trying to say, as fucked up as the way I went about it was, is the fact that lately I've been labeled as someone who always wants attention, who always looks for drama and can't see past myself and my own problems. I don't want that. Not at all. God, my whole life? I didn't have friends, I didn't have guys to go out with, I didn't have a big, loving family around me all the time. I had my Dad, that was it. I don't...that isn't even close to what I ever wanted. I don't understand how it happened. But I don't want it. I'm not an awful person. At least, I never intended to turn into one or be seen as one. So I tried to fix it. I still want to fix it."