I’m sorry for crashing on your couch at random. Sometimes I did it on purpose; sometimes I just needed to be dead for the night.

I’m sorry that I slept next to your boyfriend on a fuck- job- tomorrow- wild night. You should see me trying to push my ass off from the house, in denial. I wasn’t ready to die alone.

I’m sorry that I heard over you called early in the morning, wishing good morning to your sunshine when I was there in his arms. I felt your naivety, his sweet talk kills.

You have to know nothing happened. You have a great guy.