I am so very sorry.
To whom I’ve ever came into contact with:
I know I can be weird.
I know I can make you feel alienated.
I know that not being able to express myself makes you frustrated.
Alternatively, I know that when allowed to express myself, I share too much and go too far for understanding or comfort.
I know that I am hard to talk to or look at or be around.
I know that I’m incessantly needy, clingy, and awkward.
I know that I’m a complete and total fuckup.
But I’m here now to let you know now…
I’m working on it. I swear.
Don’t abandon hope on me.