Gulp

I...feel like an idiot. Not the kind of feel good feeling. Never is, never will be.
Why the heck am I unable to spend a wee more time to _think_ before really jumping in to do or say something? It's like a kamikaze streak, minus the pride and purpose of doing it.
Tsk tsk.
Also, my break's over. In a way it's a good thing - all this idleness allows my uber-negative self to take control of my life. Regretting the past is _not_ something I enjoy doing, despite my doing it anyway.
...Pitiful, just pitiful.