To my roommate

I'm sorry for being a brat most of the time.

 For letting college turn me selfish.

For complaining.

I'm sorry for sucking at listening, especially about Nate.

I always felt left out when we were all together

and I can't seem to shake those shadows.

I'm trying though, I promise. 

I'm grateful,

grateful for your opinion. 

For your wisdom.

For your love.

I lack in the self esteem isle. 

And I cant do anything without approval
and I hate it. 

Was that okay to say? 

To my Em.

 I've got a whole lot of stitches to be sewn, 

and I'm trying my best to do it myself. 

It's just taking me some practice to get it right,

so the bleeding will stop. 

I can't promise perfection.

Or a full recovery.

But there will be scars,

lots and lots of scars.

To help me remember