At that point this becomes a pretty good note.

I am sorry that I don’t feel sorry.
Perhaps I have done nothing wrong to feel sorry about. (It was someone else who poured library paste onto Brody’s cornflakes.) Perhaps I am in total denial about personal responsibility for the effects of my actions. (I think the library paste just tipped over. It couldn’t have been MY elbow!) Perhaps I am a sociopath. (Library paste in cornflakes, so what? Others I can feel sorry, but I am incapable of that emotion. Poor me.) Perhaps I think library paste is GREAT on cornflakes, and Brody is a sissy for not trying my Gourmet Delite. Or maybe, Kenny held me at coodie-point, and it was pure self defense, I had to put the library paste in the corn flakes. What else could I have done?

I have made an effort to find remorse in the situation, but cannot find any.

Then why the heck send a note at all?
Because Miss P made me write it.

It is probably a lousy apology, but it may be the best one possible in the circumstances.