I have sweaty palms. 
I let my thoughts consume me. 
I'm never pleased with anything. 
I've learned to live half-alive.
Last time, I really blew it. 
Deep down, I do care.
I'm not even a shade of what I used to be.
Yes. It was me. I pushed her. Too bad it was just her leg & not her neck.
No. No one knew. & I don't regret it.
I'm not sure who I really am!