One after Another

My brain is constantly making promises that my inertia can’t keep.

Intellectually I’ll quit, but I’m not about to.

My brain also tells me this time will be different. It’s barely ever right.

I talk to myself when I’m embarrassed, or disappointed. I usually cuss myself and shake my head. Maybe I can rattle away that memory before it sticks.

I talk too much.

Sometimes little things knock you off of normalcy, and you have to decide how to proceed. I usually keep going as I always have.

Does happiness come with accepting your tendencies or constantly fighting against them?

Never again, I’ll forever say.