## Friday, 24 February 2012

### What else should I be? All apologies.

Sorry if I scare you.

Sorry that I wasn't born a boy. Sorry for being such a shit friend - I have severe trust and paranoia issues. Sorry for hiding in my kitchen that time. Sorry I hate the school run. Sorry about my tattoos. Sorry about the swearing.

I'm really sorry you couldn't make me come. Sorry I couldn't go to your mum's funeral ... my funeral quota is filled. Sorry that I made you feel bad. (Truth is I can't "make" you feel anything. You know that, right?)

I'm really sorry I never went to university. Sorry I thought I was so stupid all this time. What a waste of smarts. Sorry that a recovering alcoholic and drug addict has one of the biggest voices. If it makes you feel any better, I didn't plan it. Sorry for the haters hating. Sorry you are a useless bag of shit. Sorry about your face.

Sorry about the Stolen Generation. Sorry for being so white and privileged and spoilt and so fucking ignorant. Sorry.

I'm sorry I can't be more like you. I'm sorry for failing. I'm sorry for succeeding.

I'm sorry I wasn't carry-over champ on Wheel of Fortune. I'm sorry my father never held my hand. I'm sorry for not commenting on your blog. I'm sorry for being so inappropriate. Sorry I made so many mistakes. Sorry I'll never live in Paris. Sorry I couldn't try harder. I'm sorry I'm still alive. I'll be more sorry when I'm dead.

Sorry I'm so broken. Sorry I'm so powerful.

Sorry.

Sorry? Spill.

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