bla bla bla yak yak yak. see.
and still, almost every time, i just hurt myself a bit every time.
i know i shouldn't, and yet like a moth to flame, i threw myself at the very thing that i know will only make me bleed.
for every action, there's a reaction.
i shall stand as long as i can and reach as far as i'm able to.
i suspect i'm a closet that too.
the choice is there, all mine to make.
my willpower is weak.