And it feels like all that comes out of my mouth are apologies.
I never do anything right, I am always messing something up.
I don’t do enough for people, I’m not good enough sometimes.
But I’m trying, I’m trying so hard to do things right for you.
I want to be good enough for you, but I’m just so tired of trying.
I’m just so tired of saying sorry.
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.