
I knew this wouldn’t fucking last. You say one thing and then do another. You and your damn high expectations. I’m sorry I don’t live up to your standards, i’m sorry i’m not the daughter you wanted, i’m sorry I don’t act just like you, and lastly, i’m sorry for being the person I am. My tears don’t mean a thing, you know, they’re just fake in your eyes because I apparently don’t care. There must be something wrong with everything I do because you tend to remind me every second. You’ll probably be so much more happy without me around since I apparently do everything wrong. Sorry i’m not the person I should be. I apologize for being such a fuck up.