At the end of the day...

i realize a lot of things i dont want to. i realize that too often i speak without thinking.  i make judgements about people and situations.  i am prideful.  i am not in control.  i dont know what i am doing.  i offer insight i dont have.  i'm scared of losing the things that mean the most to me. 

i'm done shifting the focus to other people or circumstances.  the short comings are mine, i accept that. noone could have told me this, i had to discover it on my own.  and it hurts, like all self inflicted injuries.  but i dont want to dodge the blame, or shrug off the hurt i am capable of causing.  i'm guilty.