I think the truth is that I’m just a questionable person who makes questionable decisions and does questionable things and it’s no surprise that I end up burning myself in the end.

All the arguments I could’ve stopped. All the friends I lost and will lose very soon. All because I just can’t set things straight.

I’m a failure. All I do is fail and make those around me angry with my indecisions. Always trying to find some unobtainable center. And then whining and crying when it inevitably blows up in my face. As if I never expected it.

Why can’t I just die.