guilt

This is in reaction to immense guilt.

I am surprised by the number of people I manage to offend all the time, seeing how most of the time I'm trying NOT to do so.

But I cannot unboil boiled rice, like how I cannot unfry a fried egg. How the hell I manage to land myself into this pile of crap never ceases to amuse me. *sigh*

• my mom probably reads my blog
  
• I definitely just offended/annoyed my housemate
  
• I've bitched about a subject
  
• I've said some nasty things about my new classmates

This is in regards to my blog. Don't get me started about offences I've committed in reality; it would be a damn long list.

Everytime someone catches me, I feel horribly guilty and will always mean to put it into my wall of shame to remind me to NOT do it again. And yet, yet I manage to commit the same offence again.

I hate guilt - it eats at me like a parasite. But it always leaves enough behind for me to let it have another chance to eat at me again.

Shit. I am so damn hypocritical.