Hearing that I am such a lazy person, an ugly duckling, a messy person, too boyish, too skinny, you know what, you’re the last person I hope to hear it from. I know I don’t have pretty face. I know my body is too skinny. I know I do everything in my way, and make my surrounding so messy. I know the tip of my nails often get dirty out of no where. I know inside of my car is full of trash and empty bottle. I know the outside of my car is so full of dust because my house doesn’t have a parking lot so I park it outdoor at the market. I know I look bad by wearing jeans just because I feels so comfortable. I know I’m ugly.
And I’m sorry for that.
I’m sorry that I’m ugly as fuck.
I’m sorry that I love to wear clothes that makes me comfortable.
I’m sorry that my house is not big enough to park my car inside it.
I’m sorry that I love to rest and toss everything just because I feels so tired every day because of works, and doesn’t have time for putting back everything in places.
I’m sorry that I rather to take a rest at my day off rather than cleaning up my car.
I’m sorry that I love to rest to spend my time rather than doing anything.
I’m sorry that I comfortable on being me, that I forgot, that I didn’t met your standard.