And I'm sorry for not admitting my mistakes. For thinking that I'm still right after all. That you don't appreciate me as much as I think you have. Sorry for contradicting myself all along. For looking down at everyone else.
For telling myself I'll get a tattoo when I grow up, but in the end made one earlier behind everyone's back. That I'll get fucked before my sixteenth birthday. That I curse when I'm not suppose to.
And I apologize, again, for ending this that never should have started at all.