I’m sorry for giving up on you and treating your soul like broken glass and your body like a dirty river. The drinking, binge eating, and hating myself were abusive, and hiding in a hole by myself to avoid myself, and my pain. It makes me sad that I listened to their voiced, the hate, the opinions and withered. I’m sorry for giving up on our dream that gave us so much light and faith. It’s what kept me from taking my own life, but all along we have been slowly dying. I abandoned my dream to remain in the comfort of depression and misery, the happiness I knew was temporary and farther than the moon. I’m sorry for counting you out and abandoning you. I apologize for never saying no, the pressure and stress overflowed. No one showed me affection or how to fight for myself. I’m sorry for not following my plan and path. For not traveling, experiencing life, finding what makes me smile, for not taking risks, for staying at a job that makes my heart beat so slow. I’m sorry for not looking for my dream, looking for love, looking for the journey. I’m sorry for staying in the cold and dark, it must have been scary. I’m sorry for blaming you.
