sorry
You’re right
You sing too loud.
Sorry.
You didn’t spell that right.
Sorry.
You’re fat.
Sorry.
Stupid.
Strange.
Sorry.
What do you mean you can barely do a push-up?
Catch a ball.
Throw one.
So weak.
Sorry.
You’re so mean to me.
But I didn’t do anything.
Alright, maybe I wouldn’t be sad if you… you know, threw yourself off a cliff.
Fine. Maybe I will. Maybe I want to.
No. I wouldn’t say that.
Sorry.
Stop saying sorry.
Sorry.
No, I mean— sorry.
Sorry.
Stupid.
Weak.
Ugly.
Bitch.
What did I do?
Just because I never got your grades… that—that doesn’t make me stupid, right?
Just because my hit doesn’t make it across the net—I’m not weak, am I?
I’m not that ugly. I lost weight for you. I plucked that unibrow for you.
I shut myself up for you.
Stop talking so much.
But—
Didn’t I just tell you to stop talking?
Stop telling me to shut up.
And I wish I could scream out so much louder than my lungs are willing to.
I’m used to whispering my words.
What?
I told you to stop telling me what to do.
What I am.
That part doesn’t get out.
Probably because I’m so used to whispering.
Look, I’m sorry.
It
Was
A
Mistake.
I over-stepped.
I shouldn’t have said that to you.
I was being mean.
Go to hell.
Sorry.
I’m sorry, you’re right.
Sorry.
Bro this is incredible