I dunno how many times I say sorry to you. Like, yeah, I know, I fuck up everything.

I’m sorry I left Korea. You never loved or cared about me and you were being creepy with a bunch of weird secret porn and girlfriends that you were constantly complimenting and flirting with on Facebook (EVEN when I was LITERALLY naked in YOUR bed at the time), but yeah, I shouldn’t have left.

I’m sorry I didn’t quit the best job of my life in the middle of the contract just because you decided to ask me to come back and put myself in the same non-loving, ambivalent situation in Korea again.

I’m sorry I freaked out that time I came to visit you. You wanted to watch Robocop instead of cuddling and “didn’t have enough money” for the spa you said we were going to go to, but yeah, I shouldn’t have freaked out.

I’m sorry I went on a drunken phone calling rampage when you were at a bar and I was going through a really difficult night. You had some girl tell me to stop calling you because she was your new girlfriend, then you later denied it, but yeah, I shouldn’t have called you when I was having a tough time with my life. I should just deal with everything by myself without emotions or support, just like you do.

I’m sorry I expected you to talk to me after I got fired. You were busy, of course. You had to take a shower and eat noodles before we could even discuss how you don’t want to “date” me anymore. Even though we haven’t been dating since whothefuckevenknows. I shouldn’t expect you to have any time for listening to my problems or caring about me at all, for the above mentioned reasons.

Sorrysorrysorrysorry blah