I have been thinking quite a lot. Looking back on all of the shit that I’ve done, shit, that I continue to do. It’s so easy to blame other people for what we do, effortlessly, no thought. The hardest thing to do is to admit to your faults, especially to someone else. I know exactly what I have to do, but apart of me just wants the easy way out. God, that’s all I want. I’m so done with this I don’t want to live this way anymore, it just feels all too difficult. Fuck.