“I’m sorry.” I’ve been saying that word a lot lately. I’m sorry I’m still fighting a battle I can’t win. I’m sorry I’m a mess, drinking away my problems. I’m sorry my head is filled with dark, depressing thoughts that often consume me. I’m sorry I can’t touch the woman I’m supposed to marry. I’m sorry I can’t fix the woman who won’t let go of my heart. I’m sorry I keep fucking up. I’m sorry I’m wasting my second chance.
