No matter where I go I always bring myself with me. I want to be totally melodramatic and say that I am a failure. That I never do anything right. That everything I touch turns to shit. While that may not be true it is how I feel. I hate my defects of character. I hate acting out on them and having to apologize for them after. I hate the fact that it doesn’t matter how others act only how I act.
What do I do now that there is no one left to blame?
I had the perfect opportunity for acceptance today and I blew it. I am tired. Things are what they are reguardless of whether I accept them or not.
I wonder how things will be tomorrow. We shall see…