theletter[k]aye.

I’m frustrated because:

You won’t forgive me.

Yes, I messed up.
Yes, I was a jerk.

But I would’ve forgiven you in an instant, and that is so selfish of me to say.

But lately, it feels like you’re looking for reasons to be mad. And nothing you do is, that big of a deal “it’s just the way I am”

I’m tired.

So I’m just going to wait, and stop apologizing because its not going to stop you from keeping score.