I'm not sorry. Not for you. They've made me say sorry, if they didn't I wouldn't have. I have a name, yet you call me anything but it. You say I'm skipping class, but I'm walking to the bathroom. Maybe if you stop jumping to volunteer to hurt me, I might like you. But you're first to yell at me, first to hurt me. Maybe you should start bringing in that knife I said I needed, then maybe you can stop.
Maybe one day you'll stop, and that would be nice. But til that day of course I'll be balling my eyes out, but you don't care you'll find it funny. I'll be there the moment you die, your the one who made me loose my salinity. You say I don't do my work, well maybe I'm having trouble.
I BELIEVE IT. I BELIEVE THE THINGS YOU SAY:
I'm mental
I'm mentally 5
I smell like fish
I'm not nice
MAYBE IF YOU LISTEN TO WHAT I SAY YOU'LL FIGURE OUT WHY I'M NOT DOING MY WORK.
I tried to impress you.
I tried to help.
I BELIEVE THIS AND NOW IT'S EFFECTING HOW I WORK.
But I don't expect you to understand...But please try.
