Fruit on the Vine

I'll admit it, honestly and truly:--
I'm human, I make errors and I feel bad about them.
I jump to hasty conclusions and say or do things not befitting of me because I haven't gathered all possible angles to the story at the time.
My anger swells and, though it definitely doesn't make me violent, it makes me bitter, cold, and disconnected.
I have my faults and I try to hide them with make-up and slander.
I'm not a perfect person but, believe-it-or-not, I try my hardest to make myself as perfect as possible.

I'm usually not one to ask for forgiveness because this also doesn't seem befitting of my character.
I do things I didn't want to to do until the right answer comes along, and then I feel ashamed for spilling myself before the time comes.

Sometimes detachment can be the better brother of disassociation. Then again, they're one and the same.

Sometimes confessions can even make one feel better about him/herself, but it's not doing wonders for me. Maybe it's because I'm being cryptic. Or maybe it's because I don't believe in what I'm saying any more.

Happiness stems from disillusionment and fades into sadness, sadness into depression, and depression into anger. It's a bitter cycle, for once your anger subsides, you have to fill that hole with something new, something fresh -- a new vice, a new happiness.

And thus the vicious cycle is said and done. A vicious cycle that no one can win at.