Apology Letters, a series.
i’m sorry that i freaked out last night. i’m sorry that i saw something about a dumb concert you were going to and lost it. i’m sorry that i had all the visions of the pretty, party girls in crop tops and shorts and cowboy boots, and i’m sorry that i had all the visions of you drinking with them. i’m sorry that i can’t trust you like i should. i’m sorry that i’ve been ruined by circumstances that i could’ve controlled but didn’t. i’m sorry that i used to only call you when i was upset, and now you are the reason i am upset. i’m sorry that i call you now when you are why i’m upset and say that it is something completely different. and truth be told, i am sad about being lonely. i am sad about having no friends and no social life. i am sad that all i do is schoolwork. i am sad that i only have the weekends to look forward to. but i am more sad about the things that i unwillingly tell myself. i know that you love me, and i know that you care. i know that you don’t cheat on me and i know it is only one drink. i know that you are not answering because you are playing a game. i know that you are not drunk, or high, or dead. i know that you are okay and i know that you are probably thinking of me. i know that you are probably going to call me. but i also know about the pretty, party girls, and i know about the boys that surround them. i know that i do not compare in looks to them, and i am sorry. i know that a drink or two or three or four may change your intentions, but that has never happened and i’m sorry that i worry about it. i know that calling me may not be on your to do list, but it always has been. my problem is that i am so caught up in the “what if’s?” in this life. what if i lose you to a pretty, party girl? what if i lose you to a drink? what if i lose you to a drug? i am so selfish. and i am so sorry. i just want you to know how sorry i am.



