sorry.

sorry we’re poor. sorry you have a shitty ass job that can barley even pay the rent every month. sorry you go out every weekend with your friends and spend the money we do have. sorry you’re fucking bipolar and sometimes you like me and sometimes you feel the need to share that you hate me. sorry my presence pisses you off, and i hope you don’t think i am exaggerating because you tend to tell me that it does quite often. sorry you don’t understand that dance is the only thing that is there when i need to get away from you, and if you think you can take that away from me then i can fucking take myself away from you. sorry i feel that i’m a snot when clearly you are the one who has a fucking problem with everything. i truly am sorry your life sucks so much. i’m sorry you left my father after 25 years and don’t do anything about the fact that it’s killing him. i’m sorry that you expect people to feel sorry for you. i really am. i mean, you say i’m a snot and you “hate the things i say”, but really, if i said half the things i should to you, i would probably never see you again.

Oct 18. 0 Notes.