Writing oceans

My stork’s possible oversight

Hey you, yes, the one reading this. I'm feeling very sorry about what happened between us. We used to laugh all day and now we barely talk. What did go wrong? I know it was my fault first, I know that I screwed up a second time but, how can you think that I did all these because I didn’t love you enough? I am a disaster, and I thought you already knew that. Because I don’t know what to do when someone gets angry with me... I just don’t know. Maybe I wasn’t born with that information inside me, or perhaps the stork that brought me here had some trouble during the trip and I fell down the clouds, who knows.

But I swear I was just trying to do things properly. I guess I am not good at that. I DO want to end with this fight.

A friend is someone who‘s there when things go wrong and when things go smoothly, someone you don’t need to be with every time but knows when you need him/her. And yes, I needed you when I was passing through that black tunnel, and yes, you tried to be there. But I was so fucked I didn’t want to bother you with my troubles, so I didn’t tell you about. (And, who cared about my problems, indeed. I felt like NO ONE did.)  I thought I was not worth your attention. I felt nothing. You know what guys? NEVER let someone make you feel inferior. Nobody has the right to make you feel this, unless you let them. I repeat: NO ONE. (All right?) I don’t care if he is your soul mate, I don’t care if is one of your siblings or your best friend; remember these four words no matter what: you are worth it.

The problem was mine; I hope you now can see it. And I beg your pardon for being rude or lying about how I felt. And I want us to be friends again.

I love you.

I’m sorry.