I'm sorry for all the lies. For
my insisting on 'tomorrow', on the 'yeah I'm
fine, I'm okay, I'll get it done', and that sudden
meltdown at the end. I'm sorry for my stammered
'tomorrow' as if I had been through catharsis and seen
the light. I'm sorry for the trouble I put you through,
trailing after me.
but i am not sorry for destroying
myself.
i am all the better for it.
i know you won't understand,
but i don't care.
you don't matter.
and i do.
i'm doing what i want to do.
not what my family or my friends or my teachers or my papers or
my society or my devils wanted.
because i finally matter. i matter.
i matter.
i really, really do.
i was not born to be perfect.
