I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry if I’ve been rude to you, especially because I don’t mean to be. I’m not trying to be rude. I don’t want to ignore you. I’m not trying to be malicious or bitchy or anything. I’m sorry I just can’t handle the simplest of things. I’m sorry I ignored you. I’m sorry I can’t meet your eyes anymore and I’m sorry that you can’t meet my eyes either because I think you hate me now. I’m sorry that I think I deserve it. I’m sorry that I friendcrushed on you so hard that I freaked out and ran away. All I ever really wanted, before anything else, before a girlfriend or anything else, was friends. All I ever really wanted was to be your friend, so I’m sorry that I’m just not capable of that. I’m sorry that I think about you more than you probably think about me. I’m sorry I squandered whatever concern you might have had or me because I didn’t think I deserved it. I’m sorry if I offended you. I’m sorry I ever talked to you because I should never have come here. I tried, and I failed, and now I don’t know how to make it better any other way but leaving again. So I’m sorry if you ever cared about me in any capacity because clearly it was wasted on someone like me. Most of all, I’m sorry that I’m saying all of this because it assumes that I have more importance to you than I’m sure I actually have. I’m sorry I overestimate the effect I have on people I know. I’m sorry I’m obsessed with myself and my shortcomings, because the truth is that nobody sees any of these failings that I see. They don’t see anything. You can’t see the cracks on my face because they don’t exist. They’re real enough for me, I suppose, but not for you. I’m sorry that I pretend that you think about me more than you probably do. I’m just flat-out sorry for everything. I’m sorry that I failed.