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I don't know how it started, how I started viewing everything I do as some sort of a mistake, I always felt guilty, as if the global warming was somehow my mistake, as if it was my responsibility to fix everything, because somehow I caused it, as if there was always something wrong, as if I had some sort of a magical powers, or an invisible wand that could fix all the mess.

 I've always been apologetic, and sorry about being apologetic,
For stepping on a stranger's foot, I was in a rush and didn't really see where I was stepping.
For not contacting my friends, I know it has been weeks, but I'm sorry.
For not trying my best, I did try, but you think that I could've done better.
For talking a lot, and for not saying much.
For who I am.
For how I look.
For what I do,
For what I didn't do.
For what I like doing, because I'd rather read a book than hanging around people whom company I don't enjoy.
For preferring to stay in bed instead of going out.
For going out and spending a long time doing nothing.
For how I feel about him, and how I felt about you.
For what I want to have.
For what I don't care about.
For every little thing, every detail of my being.


until one day, my spine snapped in half, and I'm no longer sorry for anything



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