I’m not perfect. I worry and I care. I laugh and I hurt. I’m oblivious. Maybe I look one way, but I can feel utterly different. I don’t mean to. Sometimes my mind feels oceans away and even when I’m sitting next to someone I can feel alone. I know what it’s like to feel pain. I’ve thought about things that scare me. I’ve thought about death and its presence in my life. I worry about losing people that I care about. I know how suddenly it can happen. Things can change in an instant. I miss people and I am terrible at explaining things. Do you not want to be my friend anymore? If not, I understand. Life happens and things change. But if yes, I will try to make things right. I will try to say when I’m feeling incredibly sad, or try not to add humor to cover what I actually feel. I find putting words down is easier than speaking them. Let me grovel and apologize and plead for forgiveness of my mistakes. I’m not perfect. I worry and I care. I laugh and I hurt. I’m sorry.