I'm sorry that life ***** and the coral reefs are dying and your hair keeps getting ***** even though you wash it every week. And I'm sorry that people keep mistaking you for someone they can dump their problems on or someone who is fine on their own. I'm truly honestly sorry. But I'm not sorry for liking you because thats not a sorry thing. I can't explain why but its just not. And I swear if I have to console you one more time because the people in your life who are out there not liking you make you feel like you shouldn't be liked then I'm going to slap you so hard you'll hate me. But that's okay because then at least you'll feel something for me.