Aragorn….

Fuck, I won't tell you anything.
Sorry for having a mother at the end of her life, where I had to leave Canada in a hurry.
Sorry for having had an accident that cost me my legs, facial paralysis, and I couldn't run, walk, or speak.
Sorry for having survived your absence, where I let myself die until my heart stopped beating, then my thyroid stopped breathing.
Sorry that you still can't see further than your nose.
Sorry for judging without knowing or bothering to look for me.

But for shooting at the sight, you know.
I'm not sorry.
And for finally leaving this monster who was so afraid of speaking French for a teacher.

Sorry that I've been waiting for a proud utopia.
Hurting 

You....