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
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.
finally matter. i matter.
i really, really do.
i was not born to be perfect.