Jul 15, 2016
“Sorry-- I, uhm. I didn’t mean to call you that. It’s just-- I have a thing. A problem. I’m sorry.”
He looks down at the ground, ashamed. Nobody ever seemed to understand that he was probably the nicest person in the world. They couldn’t get passed his random slurs in mid conversation. You’d think that after years of dealing with this he’d learn to just be quiet, but he’s always got so much on his mind. He’s always got something to say. It always ends with I’m sorry.