"Sorry that you can't shut the fuck up. Sorry that you don't know when to stop arguing when you know you'll lose. Sorry that you can't admit that you're wrong. Sorry that you don't know how to intimidate people. Sorry that your god damn brain can't remember the little information you need when you need it the most. Sorry that your debate skills are equivalent to those of an underdeveloped gorilla fetus. Sorry that you can't make good comebacks, sorry that you don't even remember what you're talking about half the time. Sorry you get worked up over the smallest things.
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I'm sorry for yelling at you.
I'm sorry for yelling at you for things that you can't control.
I'm sorry for accusing you of things you didn't even know were happening.
I'm sorry for coming off so harshly.
I'm sorry that I don't know how to apologize."
She leaned away from the mirror, taking a deep breath, and removing her pointer finger from where she had been jabbing it. She stared at the smear mark, refusing to look at her tear stained face with her red rimmed eyes.
"Sorry"
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Somesuch and Other Nonsenical Ramblings
RandomIt's like the goldfish one but make it shitty and not poetry Update: some of it is poetry because i always upload to the wrong book
