The human condition is often not a comforting notion.
The gift of being self-aware is a double edged-sword, and the life of the manic depression alternates drastically between insane self-confidence and neurotic apprehension of the self. I have destroyed myself with excesses and also built myself back. I have risen from the ashes many times but I never forget the error of my ways.
We get what's coming to us in the end. I certain reap what I've sown.
I call for the shape I'm in.
I've been first and last
And hypocrisy is also part of the human condition---it can be a tit-for-tat game of keeping score and usually that prefaces the end of any relationship, romantic or platonic. I admit my imperfections and I strive to make new mistakes, next time.
If there is a next time.
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