Why? Why
is nothing good enough anymore? There is always something
wrong with me. My hair doesn't look good, my shorts are
too short, I'm too mean to people, I am too judgmental.
Well you know what? I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm not
perfect. I'm sorry you don't like what I'm doing.
I'm sorry you don't like who I am. but you know what
else? It was your choice. Not mine... I'm apologizing for
who I am. Are you happy now? I hate when you yell.
There's always something about me that you find to pick
at... I'm sorry... But I can't and won't change
for anyone. I'm me. I'm sorry if that doesn't
meet your
standers