I’m sorry that I don’t drive a sexy, souped up car. I’m sorry that I don’t blaze. I’m sorry that I’m not a hardcore sneaker head. I’m sorry that I don’t have cousins in Canada. I’m sorry that I don’t have a girlfriend. I’m even sorrier that I don’t cheat on my girlfriend. I’m sorry that I’m not doing horrible at school. I’m sorry that I don’t spend my weekends playing video games. I’m sorry that I don’t enjoy watching movies in the theatre. I’m sorry that I’m not a huge social drinker. I’m sorry that I don’t have shady friends. I’m sorry that I don’t skateboard every day. I’m sorry that I don’t go for wings. I’m sorry that I’m not two steps ahead of everyone else when it comes to fresh music. I’m sorry that I don’t snowboard. I’m sorry that I don’t follow the basketball, hockey or football season. I’m sorry that I don’t have stories about the time I couldn’t keep it up. I’m sorry that I haven’t done Ecstasy. I’m sorry that I don’t work two jobs. I’m sorry that I don’t know enough random facts. I’m sorry that I don’t work out every day. I’m sorry that I don’t already have my groomsmen picked out. I’m sorry that I don’t have childhood friends. I’m sorry that I don’t email-party every day. I’m sorry that I don’t have a best friend. I’m sorry that I’m really damn good at my job. I’m sorry that your bros feel uncomfortable around me because they’d rather not deal with my drama. I’m sorry that I’m not a pop culture dictionary. I’m sorry that I don’t watch any of the reality dance shows on TV. And most of all, I’m really sorry that because of these things, you feel that you can’t be friends with me. It’s really too bad.
In the words of my hero;
Bitches hating again, that’s music to my ears,
What you think my fuel was for all these years?
I’m inspired when people don’t like me,
It keeps my fighting, so exciting.
