Poor Decisions

This, moreso than any other moment in my life so far, might be the one where I am confident that I have lost mind. Given one bad situation and I'm suddenly reverting to the me I was in high school. Awkward, frightened and confident in nothing but my ability to destroy. I can't be sure what it means. Have I really remained unchanged for the last 5 years? Am I some static personality, a supporting cast member in my own life? Hell, I'm even reverting back to the vapid, formless writing style I so adored in my younger days.

What is it that can so throughly break my ability to reason so suddenly and with such accuracy? I spent far too much of my time watching, as if a spectator to my life, myself make terrible decisions, all the while shouting at the screen how wrong that decision was, or how obvious this clue should have been. I'm actually shouting now, at some form of me that thinks it's a good idea to be writing after this much alcohol and this late at night. (Hint: it's a terrible idea).

On the bright side, my camera seems to be ok now that I was able to get the delete button unstuck. I was worried for a while, but I was able to work it loose and everything is happy again.

I have the hardest time ignoring myself.

This was probably a poor decision.