I'm really sorry that I'm a human being. One of those things, to your delight, that comes along with being human is that I'm not fucking perfect. So please teach me, oh gracious one, how you came to be so flawless. Grace me with your presence and please, if you will do me the honour, enlighten me with your ways of perfection. I'm simply intrigued to hear how you manage to live such a humble, self sacrificing, beautiful and caring life with such a wonderful demeanour. Come on. I'm not perfect. I'm not always the happiest and I'm not always polite. I'm learning to be these things and I'm trying so I'm really sorry that it doesn't always happen. I'm in high school. I'm a teenager. Isn't this a part of it? Not to make it an excuse but I really don't mean to do anything to upset you.
And please. You're human too so stop pretending you can do no wrong. There is a reason behind the tension here. If this was one sided I wouldn't have any argument. Unfortunately, I have a hell of a lot to say and there is not a thing that you can deny. I've never once claimed to be perfect. I'm trying to fix things but it's a little bit difficult when you keep telling me everything I do wrong and just how innately horrid of a person I am.
Lets be reminded that the reason for this is because you lack the ability to know what you can and cannot repeat. If I say something because I'm worried about someone and you turn them against me with it I'm not going to have a whole lot of patience for you.
So sorry. One more year and I wont have to see you.
- xx, Kelly.
Ps. Keep the fucking dog.
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