regret, self-resentment

Sometimes, I do acts that are so irrational, so unfounded on any basis of what might make sense.

I hate my mind. I hate myself. I often do.

I was so angry myself and now it has degraded into a flooding regret, flooding my spirit like inky black water.

Some things can be undone.

I'm just clogged. And I am longing for forgiveness.

It's just beyond rational. It doesn't make sense.

I'm such an asshole.

This will never make sense.