Trophies.

I talk about my faults like they’re awards I got in high school because sometimes I feel like I have nothing else interesting to say.

I have a need for people’s attention and my frequent pity parties are how I get it.

I have these scars on my body that are like trophies of all the battles I’ve won. I think showing these to people will make them like me – or at least pity me enough to pretend to like me.

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I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for punching my little brother when he got on my nerves when we were younger.

I’m sorry for the times my sister took the blame for things so that I wouldn’t get in trouble.

I’m sorry for talking too much and talking too loud.

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Explanations.

I really hate how easily I get stuck in my own mind. It literally takes almost nothing to send me down a spiral that doesn’t seem to have an end.

I don’t know how to explain that to people.

I don’t know how to explain that I say “I’m sorry” a lot because I’m really just apologetic for my own existence.

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