My many weaknesses have been haunting me this past week. This is causing me to question so much, but really, when don’t I question things?
I don’t often give into them, but when I do, it’s usually a disaster. When I let myself, I have a white hot temper. My anger and frustration threaten to strangle all that is great about me. My normally evenhanded self is wholly eclipsed by my usually veiled fury.
Meh. I’m going to be more like Danny, except with more CARE, despite the “less care, more damn” sentiment we like to throw around.
Deep down I believe I am a very decent person. I should act on it more often.
Horrible nightmare this morning. In the dream, I broke up with David to get married to Oz. The day after the wedding, I found myself sitting on Oz’s mom’s couch, waiting to shower because his little brother was in the bathroom.