The difference between the mentally sound and unsound is their ability to reason. When I get emotional, my ability to reason is blinded by how I feel. Then I sit on the front porch of my sanity, worry with an imagination that only beats the shit out of me, and worsens the situation.
I am the worst person in the world. I am undeserving of the kindness I've been shown, and unworthy of those who love me. Here I go again, rationalizing my mistakes, making excuses for my actions, debating my heart and mind, when I am the solely responsible for my actions.
My mind needs to be more punctual. It is only when it is too late that I drink the spit of my misdeeds and be remorseful.
So why did I write this post? Because I am a self-piteous, attention-seeking, insecure, inadequate creep asking for validation.
Undear self, fuck you very much. May you rot in pieces of the past.