Aug
22
Everything is Beautiful, nothing is sorry.
It’s 3am and I’m alone in the apartment. It’s a friday night and the city is teeming with teenage naivety. No, sorry i don’t drink i say. No, sorry i’m saving it for marriage. No, sorry i don’t smoke. It’s all just a front. It all just means, no, i’m sorry i’d rather sit in my room and sip from No. 7 than dedicate my time to you. I am sorry. So i say. but really i’m not.
