I fucked it up again, okay, I admit it.

Well you know what?

I'm fucking SORRY that I'm not perfect.

I'm fucking SORRY that I fucked it up again.

I'm fucking SORRY that you can't trust me.

I'm fucking SORRY that I don't have any self-control.

I'm fucking SORRY that I lied to you today when I said I wouldn't.
(But that wasn't really a lie. Because I already did.)

I'm fucking SORRY that I'm not good enough.

But you know what?

I'm not fucking SORRY that we both moved on and you didn't.