Dear Diary.

I think people have trouble apologizing.

I called the tattoo place today,

expecting an apology for the way I was treated last time and to resolve the conflict.

But they shooed me away.

The conversation kept going round in circles.

It’s 10pm and I still have a headache.

I’ve been calling park pub for the same.

But they avoid my calls.

I don’t know why grown ups are this way.

They’d rather have a conflict than take accountability and apologize.

It’s better to just let it go.

I don’t understand why people have so much difficulty saying sorry.

Grown ups are so complicated.

They make everything so complicated.

I’m literally a grown up too.

But I don’t feel like one.

I think there’s an unspoken rule that all grown ups follow and I’m complicating it by my own set of unconventional rules and bizarre ideas.

I’m pretty sure it’s the latter.

Yes, it’s the latter.

That’s why all the havoc.

I’m walking around with my dinosaur legs, arms and huge teeth causing destruction wherever I go.

I don’t know man.

idk.

I just don’t know.

yawn.

Goodnight.

P.S. I’m literally losing it sometimes. I’m sorry for being an arse these days.

All this waiting is getting in my head.

I’m too restless.

Aaaah.