Dear those I have in any way(s) wronged,
Let me get right to the point of this letter by saying I'm sorry.
For not always getting things, and myself, in on time.
For not living up to the expectations that you had of me or that I agreed I should've gone by.
For not being everything that I said I was,
Everything that I used to be or even wanted to be.
But most importantly, for letting myself get in the way,
Both yours and mine.
To whomever I may be writing this,
Whoever you are to me,
Parent, professor, superior…
You gave me plenty of chances time and time again to be better,
To try to go back to the person I was before,
Strong, diligent, passionate, both empathetic and kind at the very heart of my being…
But then, time and time again,
I somehow manage to blow through them or simply let them go by, almost one by one.
Almost.
I'm sorry for not trying harder.
I'm sorry for ever having given up on myself and letting all this happen in the process.
I'm sorry for putting you through all that.
I'm sorry for being more or less this way for the past three years.
I'm sorry for waiting.
And I'm sorry for having lost the whole weight of the words "I'm sorry."
I'm sorry.
And this time, I really mean it and will try to live up to it.
I hope.