I don't know what to do...?

I fell out with one of my best friends back in the summer over facebook. Let's call her 'Rachael'. What happened was that she asked me on chat to comment on some of her posts; for example, she had done a quiz about One Tree Hill, which I dislike intensely, and I wrote so. But we ended up having this fight about basketball (which she 'likes' and I don't - tbh, I think she 'likes' it because it gives her an excuse to watch HSM - blegh) and One Tree Hill, and the everlasting debate of 'Are small children cute?' (no). She was at another friend's house at the time, (let's say 'Becca'). Anyway, Rachael told Becca that she wasn't talking to me, and I was like 'Well sorry for having an opinion'. And we didn't speak all summer after that.

I disconnected her on facebook, and blocked her, because she just made me so angry (I just wish I hadn't done that now... ARGH!). Anyway, just before Christmas I thought, 'Well this is absolutely ridiculous', so I wrote her a letter and gave it to Becca to make sure she read it, and she did, but she sent me a note back saying she 'didn't think we could get past this milestone' or something similar. That lunchtime was the only time I've ever cried in school. My other friend (this is getting tedius - 'Carrie'), she talked to Rachael and apparently she said it was about the diary incident.

Now the diary incident is a bit hard to explain. Basically, we were on a school trip to the Battlefields of France and Belgium, me, Rachael, and Becca (and a loads of others too, but we're the main characters). I took my diary (because I was an intense writer), and she read it. We have never had the best relationship, and we had fallen out in February, (the trip was in April) and I had basically bitched about her. Everything, the fact that she's ginger, she sucks up to prefects (I think she fancies them - she practically stalks them). And I know it was mean and I shouldn't have done it, but sometimes it's just easy to think of everything that was wrong about someone, and pour it into a diary, and that's what I did. And she read it. The rest of the trip was hell with flourescent lighting, but that's ntp.

And then at a Christmas party at ...Becca's house (I never really realised how much she comes into this before writing this... wierd) we were playing truth or dare, would you ever/have you ever, I never, etc. and I was delegated position of researcher for the dares and truths and stuff. Gradually, everyone was drifting to sleep (mentally I was like NO! STAY AWAKE! I NEED YOU!), and as I'm an insomniac, I knew I would probably be last to sleep, first to rise. But I was hoping someone else would be the last to sleep, anyway, ntp. In the end I was just reading out truths to her, and she was replying. I didn't know how to act. And then, God help me, the laptop just died on me. and she sort of scooted over and tried to fix it and I was just mentally dying inside. She wasn't talking to me about the laptop, she was talking out loud about the laptop and I was the only one who could hear, if that makes sense? All Christmas I was hopeful, but afterwards, when we went back to school, she blanked me again.

Now before, we've never really talked about our arguments - we prefer to just leave them behind us. Well we did. But I've tried everything, and to those people who say 'just talk to her', I've tried, and she ignores me, that's why I wrote the letter. I don't want to batter my pride, because I am a proud person, and I know it, but I can't change it.

I don't know what to do...