demonesskage

This is one of those bad days where you hate everyone. Including yourself. Especially yourself. For the bad decisions you've made in the past. For doing the wrong thing for the right reasons or the right thing for the wrong reason, but it still always adds up to the same thing. It was still the wrong decision no matter how you slice it. It follows you and eats you and makes you feel dirty, like you can never be clean again no matter how hard you scrub. And it's hard to beleive but there are people who've never made a bad decision of this nature, and god how they hold it over your head. Because they were always cautious, TOO cautious. It's like going to confessional and having your priest tell you that you're a horrible person and no amount of Hail Marys will save you. You'll burn in Hell, kid. Concequences are something I'm used to dealing with, but I'm still entitled to be cold, bitter and sarcastic about it. I'm such a weird fucking person. I either love everyone, and all is right with the world, or I despise all life forms and if any of them loved me they'd all euthanize themselves this very second.

I'm done. It's late. I should go back to bed now. I also shouldn't be allowed to write entries like this ever, but fuck it all, I've done it anyway and I don't care.