Why?

I spent the entire afternoon handing out olive branches to several ex-friends of mine. Which deserves the question.... Why?

Feeling lonely is a part of it, yes. But also... I miss these people. No matter how fucked up it may be in some cases (namely, my tit-grabbing ex-friend P) and blah in others, I want need to find out if there's something that can be done.

So when I finally find out that there isn't (because, obviously... tit-grabbing) I don't get to feel like such an asshole for giving up on them.

Does that make me pathetic or really fucked up?