And it feels like all that comes out of my mouth are apologies.
    I’m sorry.
I never do anything right, I am always messing something up.
   I’m sorry.
I don’t do enough for people, I’m not good enough sometimes.
   I’m sorry.
But I’m trying, I’m trying so hard to do things right for you.
   I’m sorry.
I want to be good enough for you, but I’m just so tired of trying.
   I’m just so tired of saying sorry.
—  sorry for being the apologetic one
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a follow up piece to >this< piece from yesterday. i had no idea when i sat down today that i was at the end of this journey. i knew in my heart what would probably happen - so i wasn’t surprised - but to say i was “ready” would be a spectacular lie. thinking about the last few chapters through Prompto’s eyes makes it even harder to absorb. so… this is a consolation piece for my heart. 

Texting Data
  • Data: Hello Geordi. How are you today? :|
  • Geordi: I'm good. What's the straight face for, D?
  • Data: Are emoticons not supposed to reflect the expression on one's face at the moment of sending?
  • Geordi: No...not really. It's more about the feelings behind the text.
  • Data: But Geordi, I am an android, and cannot feel.
  • Geordi: Alright, then the feelings you would hypothetically have behind the text.
  • Data: I believe I understand...
  • Data: Hello Geordi. How are you today? :)
  • Geordi: What's the smiley for?
  • Data: If I had the capability of perceiving emotions, I hypothesize that greeting you would generate happiness. :)
  • Geordi: Shucks, Data... :)