I am not a nice kid.
I am not a talented kid, or a good kid.
I snap at you guys.
I am hateful.
I am not anything like what you want me to be.
I'm sorry for telling you that I don't care that you can't concentrate on your piano lessons.
I'm sorry that it makes me mad that you won't let me go to the movies because you think we held hands last time.
I'm sorry.
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