I disgust myself sometimes. I find myself sickeningly weak.
I'm weak, pathetic to the bone.
I never win myself. I always seem to give in to my wants, and all I do is think about my needs.
I never seem to actually do what I need to get done.
In my mind, wants come before needs.
I'm my own downfall, my own destruction.
Soon, there's going to be a pitfall where everything just falls apart under my feet.
And I'm going under. You can't save me, cuz I couldn't even save myself.
Even as I'm typing this, I'm thinking about what I should be doing but I'm choosing not to.
I'm an idiot for worrying about stupid things, things that don't even matter in the real world.
I use my right brain too much nowadays, and not enough of my left brain.
I'm rotting my own brain, my own body, my own mind.