It's my own fault.
I always knew it was but I kept denying it.
Which is normal I think because who likes to admit that something bad was their fault but denying it doesn't make it less true.
I guess I just looked for an excuse or someone to blame, someone else.
No one wants to face their mistakes but everyone wants to fix each other.
I still don't understand why people put so much effort in fixing the broken even if they succeed it's going to hell anyway.
So I close my eyes, save a little prayer and hope when I wake up I can start over again.