You know what, okay. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry for waking up late some mornings, and for not raising my hand every single time at class, even if I know the answer. I’m sorry for not talking at home and, when I do, for being ‘too loud’, I’m sorry I don’t like going to clubs every weekend and arriving gome drunk. I’m sorry for not smoking, not using drugs, no drinking alcohol.
I’m sorry I am “boring” for staying home and reading books instead.
I am so sorry for watch only two tv shows, for having a chocolate now and then, I am sorry I don’t have friends. I’m sorry you don’t like the friends I have. I’m sorry for rather talk to people on my computer than the ones who bully me at school every day. I am so, so sorry for never brining my problems up because I don’t want to be a bother.
I am sorry I am an honor Student and a ‘teachers pet’, I am sorry I don’t wear make up and listen to music loud. I am sorry for being weak and cry all the time.
I am sorry I am not the kind pf dauther You wanted, mom.
But I can’t help it. I am just me.
“Put all those marks” she said.
“Aknolege my existence” she said.
Like if I didn’t text her every morning and think about her the rest of the day.
Just fuck you Catherine. Fuck. You.
“You know I love you, though” she says next, and everything is alright. Because no…
You never give up on being perfect right?
Oh, do I ever.
Hmmmm, let me think about it.
I ship it, obviously.
I love you.
Melanie & Catherine