for an otherwise reliable person, i can be awfully unpredictable. a drizzly afternoon, a ray of sunshine. they’re like death and birth to me.
one sip from the cup of human kindness, and i’m shitfaced.
just laid to waste.
every time there’s the slightest change, i’m convinced it represents a new status quo. this is pretty human, but it’s a trait i find irritating in others. i’d like to think i know myself well enough to not only recognize it as a shortcoming, but to rationalize my way out of it. that does not seem to be the case.
dammit, i’m no good at talking myself out of things.