Every day I'm flash banged with constant reminders of my fuck ups. Maybe it's a good thing? Reminders of what not to do next time I guess. Still, it feels so taunting, so humiliating, so defeating. I'm more than aware of what I did wrong in every instance, it's not like I wanted to do what I did... well, I guess I can't really say that considering I still did... but wouldn't you also jump into the middle of the ocean if you thought you were on fire? Stupid analogy probably, I'm just make excuses aren't I? What's done is done ultimately, and now I'm reaping blighted crops.
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