i'm sorry i'm sad. does that bother you? i'm sorry i can't think straight when you yell at me, that i hold on to trying not to melt under the pressure of my tears. i'm sorry i have feelings which get hurt under your ever present critique, that i just can't stand up and say, yea you're right. why didn't i think of that?
i'm sorry i am such a loser who says stupid and silly things, doesn't talk like an adult.