I'm sorry that I talk. All. The. Time. And about really stupid things I know no one has an interest in. And I'm getting better at letting silence in, I am. But sometimes I get so scared of what the quiet can reveal.

I'm sorry I'm so touchy. And I know that a lot of people are not that kind of person, but I need the reassurance. Sometimes I touch to reaffirm my own existence. But if you have to put boundaries in place, I want to respect that. Let me know if you need the space.

I'm sorry I'm irritating and repeat myself. I'm sorry I'm clingy, and that I'm loud, and that I have a weird inferiority complex. I'm sorry that I also have a superiority complex as well.

I'm sorry I'm so pessimistic and I find more things to hate than love.

I'm sorry that I'm obsessive about the things I do for love.

I'm sorry I'm difficult to entertain-my short attention span is a curse. I'm sorry I'm sexually frustrated.

I'm so sorry that I apologize for so many things....