I'm sorry for yelling. I'm sorry for being rude. I'm sorry for seeming apathetic. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, even though I shouldn't be apologizing. Or maybe I should be. It's my fault that I procrastinate so god damn much, anyway. I've brought this upon myself. It's my fault. I shouldn't be apologizing to you. Well, I should be, but that's not the point I'm making. I should apologize to myself. It's the stress I've just been throwing at myself that resulted with this. I'm sorry, Cordelia. I'm sorry you have anxiety and depression. I'm sorry that you run away from your responsibilities like a god damn coward. Oops. I guess there's not exactly a way to apologize for this. Maybe there's a way to be forgiven, but I wouldn't fucking know.
A/N: do you remember
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cluttered book thingy
RandomI had some logs published in my book "Just... Thinking", but I decided that I should make a book out of it. The logs will consist of the following: VERY cluttered thoughts, sad thoughts, possibly stories, and much venting. If any of those appeal to...
