At the end of the day, I’m just my own worst enemy. I’m the only one who judges myself so harshly. When past events are brought up, when I reminisce, when I think about what I could have done, What I could have changed, what would happen if I died now, and so on and on. I think too much. I over think too much. I think everyone is out to get me. I’m just fucking crazy. Just go ahead and say you never met me, I wouldn’t want to meet me anyways.