Dearly Beloved,

I'm sorry...

For being that investment that just did not work out...

For not earning my own bread... and for not being capable of getting that jewellery I don't need but must wear because people will speak ill of you.

For not being the wonderful person you thought you deserved...

For thinking for a moment that you were happy with what I was... for not being what you wished I were...

For being a burden that you wish you could send off in style...

For actually thinking you gave a damn when in the end you confided in me yet, I find myself unable to.

For being the pathetic, weird, silly, stupid ingrate that you accuse me of being.... for being me.

I truly am... Sorry.