The things I otherwise would've said had you been more accepting.

 This is it. The final problem. The one thing that has been rearing its ugly face time and time again, the one that has kept me wondering for ages; I have now finally figured it out. The final problem is me . This probably won't come as a shock to you, seeing how unstable I have been throughout the years, but believe me, I have tried to be better, to do better. Yet it seems to always fall short. I cannot stress enough how many bridges I've burned unintentionally simply because I cannot control what comes out of my mouth. It is ironic, to say the least. As someone who deals with words daily, I sure am careless with how powerful words can be. I have been irresponsibly wielding that power for too long, and now I face my reckoning. I have lost yet another. This time even worse than previous losses. By this time, I am sure everyone would've expected me to learn from my mistakes and be better, yes? Apparently not. I may have improved a little, but I have not improved as a person.