This and that.

Let me do it, just this once?
Consequences.

One word comes to mind now when I think of you. No matter how hard I try to shake it off, it's sticking. How unlucky. I'd love to cut the legs off.

Maybe, I was fooling myself, in thinking that you were someone/something you're not. Maybe I was wrong about you. Whatever it is, it's your loss if I was.

I feel like if I did it, you would think that it wasn't for myself, and even though I get told not to worry about it, I still feel like I'd be judged.

And I love how we say that this good trait we possess, is such an unfortunate gift, it amuses me greatly.

I must do better. If I am the only one I can rely on, how can I keep letting myself down like this? I must do better.