Trash

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I'm a trash. I'm sorry. I don't feel sorry but I'm always apologetic towards someone.

The lady in the shop nearby my house, I forgot to smile at when I was saying: "have a nice day".

The man I bumped into in a subway, I didn't help him with his bag because I was in a hurry.

My colleague because I told her I couldn't help her with her task that weekend because I had to be somewhere, when I was just laying in my bed doing nothing.

My dog because I came home late one day and was too tired to walk it.

My grandmother because I answered her call in way too snappish way.

All of my goldfish because I couldn't keep them alive for more than a week.

My orchids because after three years of taking care of them, I got tired and just stopped watering them, and they withered.

Myself because I'm the only one who has to live with such a garbage for the rest of my life.

I'm so, so sorry.

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