I am sorry...



I am sorry...
I love you.
I miss you. Even though you didn't treat me well In words you might not mean, but I'm not sure of that.
I'm sorry ... that I am who I am.
Useless, cheeky, cheeky.
Good characteristics. Do i own it?
Certainly. But there is nothing “valuable” about them. You are useless. Because I'm useless.
I'm so sorry. I'm sorry that I love you and that I can't let go of you.
When I hear certain songs I think of you. Automatically. Because they're singing something I feel ... - to you.
I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry that I am what I maybe shouldn't be.
As I am and yet I am not.
I'm sorry ... Please believe me.
I'm sorry ... and hurt.





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Written on August 1st, 2006 at 11:00 PM