I’m sorry. I really am. I’m sorry for not being perfect. I’m sorry for not being born a genius, and being the next Albert Einstein. I’m sorry for not always getting everything perfect on the first try. I’m sorry for being such an awful, good-for-nothing person. As you said, there’s not a single thing I’m good at, except for causing trouble. I’m sorry I’m not stunningly gorgeous, incredibly athletic and a super talented prodigy at every single thing that exists on this planet. I’m deeply apologetic that I’m not a perfect person, and instead, a fail at life. I’m sorry that anyone from anywhere in this world is less of a fail than I am. I’m sorry I don’t have what it takes, no matter how hard I try, to change the orbit of Earth. I am an utterly useless person. I am a complete waste of space. From the bottom of my heart, I am truly sorry, and I offer you my sincerest condolences that you have to put up with me, the most awful and stupidest person that has ever walked the face of this planet.
Your useless daughter