Hamilton Wrote The Other Fifty-One.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I'm so dependent on you for everything. I'm sorry that my brain started screaming at me when my mom told me that you had gone to bed early, but you hadn't told me good night yet, even though we always tell each other good night. I'm sorry that even after you responded to my good night text after that, my brain still wouldn't stop screaming. I'm sorry that whenever I start crying or having a panic attack I expect you to help me because I'm too helpless to get through it on my own. I'm sorry that I'm an over-dramatic cry baby. I'm sorry that I'm a burden. I'm sorry that I'm not a good friend. I'm sorry that I can't help you with your problems more. I'm sorry that I've been so awful that you tell mom things that I don't get to know. I'm sorry that you don't trust me enough to tell me. I'm sorry that I've let myself get this way. I'm sorry that I didn't recognize how amazing you are sooner. I'm sorry that I'm so annoying. I'm sorry that I talk so much. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for walking into your life and I'm sorry that I'm always just waiting for you to walk out of mine because that's what people do to me. I'm sorry that I'm in need of constant reassurance. I'm sorry for all of the times I've woken you up because of a situation in my brain that was all my fault, and you needed the sleep, and I'm so sorry that I didn't think about that more at the time. I'm sorry that I act like you're my therapist. I'm sorry that I don't realize more that you have your baggage too and can't also carry mine.