Person 1: I'm sorry I don't feel the same way as you. As much as I love the idea of being with you, it is just that, I love the idea of love, not you.
Person 2: I'm sorry I fuck things up for us all the time. I love you so much and I know I can never tell you that which makes me a bit crazy. I hope you find someone who makes you as happy as you make me feel.
I'm also sorry to anyone who I have made feel like crap. So so sorry.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Friday, April 20, 2007
Thursday, April 19, 2007
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MTV True Life: I’m So Sorry
Are you ready to apologize? Have you wronged a friend, family member or loved one and are ready to come clean and ask for forgiveness? Have you been cheating on your significant other, stealing from your job or lying to your parents and can no longer handle the guilt? Or have you ruined a relationship and want to try to patch things up? What length are you willing to go to in order to make amends with someone you’ve wronged? If you’ll do anything to make things right, MTV wants to hear from you.
If you appear to be between the ages of 16 and 28, and want to say you’re sorry, email me at: helene.sherr@mtvstaff.com with your story.
Please be sure to include your name, location, phone number and photo, if possible.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
To Michelle, the girl whom I've met while separately waiting for our friends to show up during Friday's (4/6) show of The Apologies. You were a friend of a friend who starred in the show, I think his name is Matt.
I am sorry that we didn't finish our conversation as promised. I am sorry that I didn't come up to you after the show and talk to you and too quickly left with my friend who was late. I am sorry I didn't offer to save you and your friend a seat so I have an excuse to talk to you. I am sorry that I was too shy to ask for your number. I am sorry for this missed opportunity because I'll forever think to myself "what if".
--- Felix
Friday, April 6, 2007
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
I'm sorry I couldn't come to your show tonight. I wanted to, I really did, but I'm still sorry I went to the last one. Not that it was bad, not at all. It was actually really great. What I'm sorry about is that I believed, when I heard your lead actress quote things I had actually said to you in real life, that the play was about you and me. I'm sorry I believed that when the lead actor didn't walk out on the relationship, when he stayed despite his terror, I believed it meant you were going to stay, too. I'm sorry I read too much into things.
I know you've got the friend in town anyway, the married one who needs you to lead him into the night toward what will be for him some kind of simulated debauchery. A drunken night out with a (technically) single guy like yourself, in Manhattan, is, for the married suburb dwellers, satisfying. But I wonder if it will be a tease, ya know? Will he return home and waste time feeling sorry for himself, wishing there were more nights like that? Will he return home and apologize, silently, to his wife for thinking such things? Or will he realize that nights out in New York City with a (technically) single guy like yourself are fun, but only for a minute? Will he end up feeling sorry for you?
My only advice for your night is this: While I know you want to show him a good time, don't slip him acid in the form of a post-meal breath mint. Remember when you did that to me? In Queens? You worried you might have to apologize to me then, but I was thrilled. It was the first truly spring-like day of the season, and we ate stinky street food and you gave me a mint, laced with LSD. Once I realized I was tripping, you took me to Roosevelt Island. There were Cherry Blossoms bursting, and we walked down the boulevard of blooms together. Our destination? Creepy abandoned insane asylum. I felt like an acid bride on her way to a haunted house honeymoon. How fitting.
I am not sorry you drugged me. I am only sorry that the day, where we were suspended in a drug-induced bliss of believing it would last forever, ever had to end.
*Read at The Apologies show on 4/5/07*