I’m sorry husband for getting angry at the sound of your breathing, I know you have to do it.
I’m sorry kids for getting angry at the 4 million questions you asked me yesterday, I’m your mum, it’s my job to pretend I care even when I don’t.
I’m sorry for pulling the finger instead of indicating.
I’m sorry for cracking the shits at the sound of anyone eating near me, that’s just mean.
I’m sorry to the man crossing the road REALLY slowly in front of my car.
You are not really a fuck wit, you’re probably just stoned, I was in a hormonal prison of frustration and anger.