“La vita con te é fantastica” by Sasha in her bedroom

Friday May 29, 2020
10:30am
5 minutes
From a birthday card

I’m sorry that I haven’t written something meaningful about what really matters here. I don’t know what to say. This isn’t about my apology, always with the “sorry sorry sorry sorry”. This isn’t about me. I don’t have anything interesting to add. I don’t have anything interesting to order, collect, sort or share. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for my ignorance and my laziness and my bullshit trying. I’m sorry for being distracted by my little life and how it explodes and settles and then explodes again. I’m sorry for all the failures to stand up. I’m sorry for the times I said nothing because I was scared. I’m sick with this. But it isn’t about me. I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry. That’s not productive. N