Dear parents, I'm sorry that I wasn't good enough for you. I'm sorry I couldn't get perfect grades. I'm sorry that I couldn't go out in public places. I'm sorry that I used to get so nervous you'd have to pull over so that I could throw up. I'm sorry that you'll probably be the ones to find me.
Dear friends, I'm sorry we couldn't do anything cool because of my anxiety. I'm sorry that I dragged you down with me. I'm sorry that I would ignore you sometimes. I'm sorry that I pushed you all away.
Dear teachers, I'm sorry that I couldn't never answer a question during class. I'm sorry that you had to struggle to read my handwriting because I was shaking so much. I'm sorry that you had to put up with me bursting into tears randomly. I'm sorry that you had to send all of my homework to the hospital when I was gone for almost a month.
Dear other students, I'm sorry that you had to awkwardly move around me because I was laying on the ground and couldn't bring myself to move. I'm sorry you had to see me with short sleeves on. I'm sorry you had to deal with me for so long.
Dear parents, I love you. I know I don't show it a lot, but I do. I really am sorry you had to put up with me for so long. Sorry.
Dear friends, I love you too. I'm sorry I could never bring myself to go with you to do cool things. I wish I would have. I'm sorry that you had to put up with me.
Dear teachers, to the few who actually tried to help me, thank you. You actually cared just the tiniest bit. I'm sorry to say I don't think I'll be attending any more of your classes.
Dear other students, fuck all of you.
Dear Winter, God you're an idiot.
