Sorry I'm not sorry anymore
Sorry I’m not sorry…anymore. I don’t know when it happened. When exactly I realized how weak and dependent on others I can be. Perhaps when it was 3 am and I was filtering through my contacts, or maybe it was when I emailed you for the 5 th time, hoping we could talk. I don’t know when I finally picked up on my insecurity or my incessant need to be liked and completely understood, but it’s something that I can no longer apologize for. I have spent my entire life apologizing for everything. I’m sorry I bumped into you. I’m sorry I needed to ask a question. I’m sorry I’m on my period. I’m sorry I cried when I was upset. I’m sorry my house is messy. I’m sorry I’m not wearing makeup. I’m sorry my appearance is disheveled. I’m sorry I sweat when I run. I’m sorry I don’t smell fresh after the gym. I’m sorry I have morning breath. I’m sorry I needed you to repeat yourself. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorryyyy…. I’m so tired of being...