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.
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