I'm Sorry.
I'm sorry I'm such a bad roommate. I'm sorry I'm drowning in my own mess. I'm sorry this mess is finding it's way to your place too. I'm sorry I'm falling apart. I'm sorry I can't get up in the morning because I can't find a single reason to get out of bed, so my alarm just keeps ringing sometimes for hours. I'm sorry I just can't seem to do anything lately because of crippling anxiety I feel every time my feet meets the cold tiles of the floor. And I'm sorry, I'm so Fucking sorry, for my mental illness.















