Sorry

Honest to God, I try to be a good person. I really do. I try to do right by all my friends and my family. Where I can, I try to make them happy. I'm not perfect, but I would never do something to intentionally hurt them.

I don't think people appreciate this very often though. Off the top of my head, apart from my family, I can probably name three or four people that recognise the fact that the things I do for them I don't do for just any random on the street.

Maybe it's my prickly personality. I don't think it really endears me to people. The vengeful side to me hopes that they'll realise how much I did for them when I'm out of their life. But I also realise that I'm probably not that important.

In summary, I have no idea why all of a sudden so many people are hating on me. Specifically the hatred from one particular person stings the most. If I've offended you unintentionally, I'm sorry. From the bottom of my heart, I'm sorry. I don't know how I did it, because I never intend to hurt my friends, but I think I have. I don't know what else I can do because you're not talking to me.

I know you probably won't read this, person that I am talking to, so I'm probably talking to myself. But a flaw with me, and with many people, is clinging onto hope when there is barely any left.

Word of the Day: Sorry