Social Retardation

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to scare you. To annoy you. To actually hate me.

I was just trying to fit in, I posed, I copied, I emulated those around me.

I'm sorry.

I don't mean any harm. I just want to play, to get to know you, to be a part of the group. Don't get upset.

I'm don't mean to come off frustratingly awkward, or blatantly protected.

Just stop expecting so much out of me. I don't know any better, I don't know how. Just let me in, I'm really not that bad. I'm the most amazing person you'll ever meet, but you'll never know.

I'm sorry.

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