shenamei

I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the way I’ve been acting lately, I’m well aware I haven’t been acting the same as I did a few years ago. I’m sorry for my mood swings.  I’m sorry for screaming profanities at the top of my lungs, crying myself to sleep and the hours of giggling. Really, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the other night. Remember? You picked me up from a gutter at three in the morning. I could barely stand, and all my words were slurred. I yelled as you lifted me into the car, I clawed for my friends. You were patient and calm, even though I’d drank more than you ever have. I’m sorry for