Complex Me

I don't understand myself sometimes. Or perhaps I should say that I don't understand myself most times. It irks me to realise how utterly complex I make things out to be. I let me emotions get the best of me, and in turn react accordingly.

How juvenile.

Funny how the ones who bear the brunt of my senseless outbursts are the people I care about most of all; while my levelheadedness extends mostly to strangers and mere acquaintances. If there were a competition for the biggest fool, I'd win first prize.

I can't seem to get a grip of my reactions or my emotions. I remind myself time and again, "Have some control, for goodness sake!" Words, mere words that never sink in. Perhaps I'm not cut out for this. Perhaps I shouldn't get involved in such situations. Perhaps I'm better off contained in my own bubble. It would definitely save alot of people loads of unwanted frustration.

I reckon that my biggest downfall would be my ego. And I reckon that you would agree....