I’m sorry I’m not perfect.
I’m sorry I make mistakes.
I’m sorry I’m a little loud.
I’m sorry that my one true love is paint.
I’m sorry I don’t practice every day.
I’m sorry I don’t have straight As.
I’m sorry I’m messy.
I’m sorry I’m over-weight.
I’m sorry that I’m a little quirky.
I’m sorry that you think that art is useless.
I’m sorry that I cry easy.
I’m sorry about my temper.
I’m sorry for being crazy.
I’m sorry I’m not the perfect daughter you want me to be.
But I’m not sorry I’m me.
I love how you told me we would have been a great couple because we’re both lazy.
That hurt me inside.
Not because you called me lazy. I know I am.
But because we would have been an amazing couple. We truly loved each other.
We didn’t end up as a couple because you fucked it up for us.
I had liked him for months just hoping he would like me too. And when he said he did you had to tell someone. And then she told his girlfriend.
Why can’t you leave my fucking life alone!?
“That awkward moment when you show up way too early to pick up your date, and then you’re stuck talking to her parents for a loooooonnnnggg time.”






