sorry.

it's three fifty six in the morning. I should be asleep. catching my Z's instead of feeling guilty. I was awful today. rude, selfish, and mean. I want to say sorry, but I feel like I'll scream. it wasn't her fault I was like that, not her fault I was hateful. I mean to hold that anger for someone else, someone I fear and despise. instead I watched her cry. right before my eyes.