… Don’t Blame the World.

I screw things up. It’s kind of crazy how badly I can fuck up something that was going so well.

Like with people, I just can’t figure it out. Somehow, this time I don’t think it’s me.

When someone’s your friend, they don’t try and pick out your faults and find demeaning ways of arguing with you. They don’t do things like making fun of you constantly. They don’t shove it in your face when they’re right.

I guess this has been a long time coming.

And I guess it’s my fault still.

Why do they say you must report if someone is a danger to themself or others? Maybe they want to be a danger to themself. Maybe that was the whole point.