Ok, ok, it's all my fault!

It's my fault for being unreasonable
It's my fault for expecting auto attention
It's my fault for letting my faulty brain and wayward heart to do the thinking
It's my fault for sulking
It's my fault for delaying things
It's my fault for stressing up myself unnecessarily
It's my fault for saying unkind words
It's all my fault for (whatever I have forgotten to mention here)
It's all my fault, for whatever that happens at work and at home
It's all my fault. I accept it.

In summary, I am faulty. And disposable.

24 Mar 2009 (10.12pm)