I'm sorry, please forgive me
as it's my bad, and I shouldn't have done that.
Please, don't hate me. I worry you do, and
I'm worried you'll never see me the same way again.
I know there is no penance that is suitable enough
to ever help make this up to you. I know this.
I am comfortable with this reality because I know
that I can spend the rest of my life making sure
it never happens again.
I swear to you, with all of my heart, that everything I did wrong
won't happen again. Really, I don't know why I'm still alive.
I don't deserve to even breathe the oxygen
of all several hundred million people
living in the same continent as me.
Tell me what you want me to do, and I'll make it up to you.
Do you want me to whip myself? Done. I'll do it. It's fine.
Chop off my feet? Gouge out my eyes? Really, that's lenient.
Rip the fingernails out from their flesh?
Done. I'll even buy the pliers. I'll even let you do it.
Tell me, anything, I swear, it'll be done. It'll be over.
And then we'll be friends again and everything will be fine.
"I want you to love yourself enough
to forgive yourself for things
that you think are a big deal
when they're not."
What?
I don't understand.
I don't understand...
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 1:37 PM UTC
I'm sorry, please forgive me
as it's my bad, and I shouldn't have done that.
Please, don't hate me. I worry you do, and
I'm worried you'll never see me the same way again.
I know there is no penance that is suitable enough
to ever help make this up to you. I know this.
I am comfortable with this reality because I know
that I can spend the rest of my life making sure
it never happens again.
I swear to you, with all of my heart, that everything I did wrong
won't happen again. Really, I don't know why I'm still alive.
I don't deserve to even breathe the oxygen
of all several hundred million people
living in the same continent as me.
Tell me what you want me to do, and I'll make it up to you.
Do you want me to whip myself? Done. I'll do it. It's fine.
Chop off my feet? Gouge out my eyes? Really, that's lenient.
Rip the fingernails out from their flesh?
Done. I'll even buy the pliers. I'll even let you do it.
Tell me, anything, I swear, it'll be done. It'll be over.
And then we'll be friends again and everything will be fine.
"I want you to love yourself enough
to forgive yourself for things
that you think are a big deal
when they're not."
What?
I don't understand.
I don't understand...
