with few exceptions, nearly every disaster that has ever befallen me has been the result of my own actions. i create my own hell and then live inside of it. this is absolutely true. it almost makes me sick to think about. i don’t hate a single person on this planet and nobody ever really did wrong by me. if there’s anyone i could hate it would be myself, but i’ve already done enough of that and i think we can all agree it’s narcissistic and, quite frankly, pretty pathetic.

how’s that for self-awareness!