Tired of screwing up, tired of going down

[cold_yellow]

It is not my fault if your year sucked.

And that goes for everybody.

And I'm not sorry, either.

I'm not sorry for January, for hitting Tara or bs-ing exams, for being angry at people who used Nolan's death as any kind of excuse.

I'm not sorry for February, for being a terrible girlfriend or for not being over it, for putting my focus in the wrong place.

I'm not sorry for March, for lying and sneaking around, for plan B, for fucking up his social life when he's done enough damage to me and still hasn't stopped.

I'm not sorry for April, for not being happy for people getting into their schools, for not approving of others' significant others, for screwing around with friends in dark parking lots to avoid going home.

I'm not sorry for May, for being pressed for time, for not taking exams seriously, or for making honest people into cheaters.

I'm not sorry for June, for being inconvenient, for kissing John, for hating my job.

I'm not sorry for July, for being too busy, for being left out, for being in the wrong corner of the county.

I'm not sorry for August, for keeping secrets, or for telling secrets, for skipping a few goodbyes and definitely not for Kris.

I'm not sorry for September, for smoking, for Sarentino, for being a little maladjusted and convinced that the relocation was not the reason.

I'm not sorry for October, for getting sick or going to both doctors, for sleeping in other people's beds, for seeing Joe alright and Kitty a mess.

I'm not sorry for November, for being depressed or smitten, for hating a girl i don't really know, or for skipping so many god-damned Russian classes.

And I'm not sorry now, for still being a bitchy, high-maintanence procrastinator with more complexes than hair folicles--I'm not going to apologise for being who or what i am.

Cheers, kids.

I love you.