guilty as hell

feels like one of those days. it's been one of those days for a long time now. and it's not pretty, either. so i'll stand before you, tired and angry and destroyed. cuz that's how it's been for awhile now. i'll pretend it's ok, you'll tell me i should try a little harder. i'll tell you i'm just celebrating my mistakes. and you'll tell me i should get a new line.

i shouldn't try to so hard to do well. cuz i don't do well anyway. i talk, i listen, i ask and yet i get nowhere. i'm stuck in this same hole, day after day. could you give me a hand?