But I am unequivocally angry at myself.
I'm living in such a state of impossibility and listlessness, and it's sickening.
I am not one to sit and wait for things to click, or the type to give up trying.
So what is happening now? What type am I becoming?
How hard is it really to watch your own destruction,
wait for it to finish,
completely,
and wait until you can build a new you?
How hard will that be?
