Words of a teenage escapist.

I am so sorry you think so poorly of me that I feel like I'm the dirt beneath the soles of your cheapest pair of Chuck Taylors. I am so sorry I'm not enough to fill the emptiness that you feel inside because I can't even fill myself up to begin with. I am so sorry that sometimes I'm so sad I can't be happy for you. I am so sorry if sometimes the only way out of things is to run and leave you behind. I am so sorry that some people find my sadness beautiful when I just find it sickening. I am so sorry I find other people's sadness to be beautiful when it just brings them down and leave them to drown. I am so sorry that we all feel the same sets of emotions but the reasons for my pain and anger are never the same with yours. I am so sorry that sometimes I can't get the happiness inside me. I am so sorry that I am constantly suppressing things inside instead of letting them out because most times, I don't know if I'm ready for the world and the world's ready for me. I am so sorry I have the tendency to cry at the drop of a hat. I am so sorry I am a lot of things you don't want and I am so sorry I am not a lot of things you want me to be.

I am so sorry, I am so sorry, I am so sorry.