I’m human, just like you.

I make mistakes, just like you.

I’m sorry that it’s awkward, for both me and you.

I want to put it behind us, I hope you do too.

I hope we can be mature about this.

I wish you well, and I will be there supporting you even if you don’t appreciate it.

Because it means something to me.

Be nice, please.

I’m not an animal in a cage for you to poke at and laugh about. (And, neither, for that matter, should you be doing that to anybody at all, human or animals.)

Be nice, please. Because I try.