I’m sorry I’m so damn crazy, help is coming soon. I hope.
I’m sorry I instigate you to say things to make me feel better, you’re not supposed to have to take care of me, but you’re too sweet not to and I know and take advantage of this.
I’m sorry I think of you as more than a friend when it’s always been upfront and clear with you and I’m just too stubborn to listen.
I’m sorry I get so jealous of you talking to other women. I’m sorry I get passive aggressive when you tell me about them and how it seems like they have so much more in common with you than I do. I’m sorry that I’m always looking forward to you not talking to them anymore so I can have you again.
I’m sorry that I pushed myself onto you so strongly. I rushed things and I wish I had taken my time to getting to know you, it should’ve been slower.
You have done so much for me and never get upset at me for me being stupid. I’m sorry I put you through so much.