Where would you go to hide from yourself. To escape from your lagging past, a series of mistakes that’s become one hole in your loosely held world. I’m not sure how I came to be this person, learning to deal with every shit thing that’s happened. All of it coming back stronger as the years go by. And then I’m asked, why are you so angry? Why are you so easily ticked off? I don’t know. I fucking don’t know okay. I’ve been trying to be okay for as long as I can remember. Tried to stay sane, kept flipping yet managed to stay calm. And if I still come across as a girl who’s crazy, then I’ve failed. I did my best, yet I couldn’t run far enough from myself. And even though I shouldn’t apologize for being who I am, the words only come out as sorry. When it really should be, if I’m too much for you, you are free to walk out of my life while I hold the door. But instead it’s always sorry, sorry I’m this way. Why do I need this validation. I’m not fucking sorry, I’m sorry cuz you can’t take this. I’m sorry for you.