It seems like I can never be at peace with myself. As I contemplate each day in the comfort of my bed at night there is always something bothering me: things that I could have done better, things I shouldn’t have done at all, even things that are beyond my control. One day its my inability to exercise self-control and another its my futile attempts made at keeping promises and another day it’ll be my physical flaws or emotional burdens.

Before I fall asleep I tell myself what’s done is done, don’t put yourself down anymore - when I wake up I start over with a clean slate. I’ll start over right, I’ll start over straight.

Its just I keep thinking today would be different.