My favorite quote:
It is April, and I am the fool.
-that one pinterest cat
I'm now feeling 100 times more disgusting than when I started the day. How I look, how I feel, what I think, and what I plan on doing. Even what I'm currently doing. Self-disgust, is it?
I guess I know that I have things I'm meant to be doing and I somehow settled for less than is expected of me. As if that were okay. Being comfortable and disgusted by myself, or, being uncomfortable and hating myself for not being perfect from the start. I am alone in this, and there's no way I would involve someone to embarrass myself further. Am I a lost cause or am I a cause that is lost?