Dear…. me. No. You’re not me. You don’t have my experiences You don’t have my friends We don’t see the world in the same way And that’s the problem.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry I broke my promises I’m sorry I’ve made mistakes And I’m sorry you think the way you do.
Good things? You change. You grow. Yes, you’re not perfect, But you never were. And you never will be. But you will try. You are trying. Me. I’m trying.