I sit and pluck hairs from my beard.
One by one thinning it out.
Replaying old memories in my head.
Dragging myself further to the point  where no matter how drunk I get the sadness is still there.
Hating myself more than I ever have before.
Questioning why I am still breathing when id be better off dead.
Maybe I want to hurt more than I want to die.
I deserve to suffer.
Its hard to be a monster that isn't heartless.
Watching myself hurt those i care about.
What the **** is wrong with me?!
Every single time I encounter happiness I break it.
Like a idiot,a comitmentphobe.
Destroying what could be beautiful silences by having existential breakdowns.
Having to talk through every issue when it could just be a non issue.
I know the past is the past so why don't I leave this behavior there instead of carrying it into every new moment.
There is a reason you don't keep polarbears as pets so why do I hold on to the fool in my head.
God I ******* hate myself.