I keep having these unfortunately-timed moments of introspection.  I’m realizing that I really am a terrible person and that I should be unspeakably grateful for anyone’s willingness to tolerate me as I am.  And I should be more forgiving for those moments when anyone is unwilling to tolerate me as I am.  That I shouldn’t be upset when they need respite from my rages, by cynicism, my biting anger.  That  I shouldn’t feel so alone when I’m shut out by those who just simply can’t take any more.

I should really learn some fucking self-control.