I don’t like it. But it’s habit to sit here, to stare. It’s habit to come up with a reason. It’s habit to rework it in my head. It’s habit to get angry all over again. It’s habit to blame it on anyone but myself. And it’s habit to take all the blame and pull myself into darkness with the weight of guilt.
Habits
Habits
Habits
I don’t like it. But it’s habit to sit here, to stare. It’s habit to come up with a reason. It’s habit to rework it in my head. It’s habit to get angry all over again. It’s habit to blame it on anyone but myself. And it’s habit to take all the blame and pull myself into darkness with the weight of guilt.