I’m sorry I’m such bad company. I don’t always know what to say. Guess I’m just an awkward person in general. I know you would rather much prefer the company of my sister instead at some times.

I am well aware that I am a horrible story teller. I stutter too much and there’s entirely too many “uhms” in my speech. I can’t help it. I don’t know where I picked up the habit from but it’s obviously not going away anytime soon. My stories lack the power to attract listeners; I don’t always get the chance to tell stories so I guess I’m rusty in that department.

I’m sorry that all I can do is just sit there quietly with you while you stare off into space. Guess I’m more like my father than I thought. I can sit there quietly with you the whole day and I won’t complain; neither will I make an attempt to talk. I can be that type of person who gives you the silence that you need, even when you want some noise.

I’m sorry I’m such bad company. All I can do is sit there with you, quietly. I don’t talk much because I don’t know what to say or when to say them.

I’m sorry I’m such a boring person.

I’m sorry.