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Apr 04, 2005 23:03

I guess I should apologize. After all, it is the appropriate thing to do.
I'm sorry I bite my nails and twiddle my thumbs, but maybe, just maybe, it has something to do with your everlasting annoyance with my academic flaws. I'm sorry my hair always looks like crap and I don't show half of my body off like a damn whore, but maybe, just maybe, it's because I don't really care about what others think of me while you obsess over it (although you refuse to admit it.) I'm sorry I don't have good grades and I'm sorry if I have ruined your hopes and dreams, but maybe, just maybe, you are partially to blame for breathing down my neck and leaving no space for humanly mistakes. I'm sorry my skin isn't like a porcelain dolls', but maybe that's because every ancestor of yours happened to have shitty skin anyways. I'm sorry my room isn't as clean as a museum, but maybe that's because it isn't possible. NEWS FLASH: We live around dust, just so you know. I'm sorry I'm not as well dressed as I was as a child, but maybe that's because other things come first. I'm sorry I am such a failure in your eyes and a disgrace when you think of my flaws. But most of all, I am sorry for you, mother. I am sorry you belittle your own child and I am sorry that you can't accept a being that is eternally tied to your existence. I am sorry for my flaws, but I am sorry for your abnormal perception of life much more.
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