We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human

Careless

I'm always feeling like I'm doing something wrong. I can't put on a finger on what it is I'm regretting. I can't remember anything. Yet, my heart tugs at my unclear memories telling me I made a series of mistakes. But then I seem to think of all these things that my existence has dampened. The light I eclipse. The fire I extinguish. The candle I snuff. The people I annoy. The ridiculousness of what words I chose to leave my mouth. I insult unintentionally. I'm careless with my thoughts and it shows in my actions. I feel like I'm constantly offending ones. And I can't blame my disorder even if I know it's the root of a few of my flaws. Disorder or not, it's still me. I'm sorry. I seem to keep apologizing for everything that isn't me.