|"You've made me acknowledge the devil in me...", or "Days go by..."
||[Dec. 7th, 2006|09:11 pm]
Justifying bad behavior with talk of good intentions doesn't necessarily make up for that bad behavior. Convincing myself that my intentions were for the best often proves difficult. It isn't even guilt that eats at me, but a fear that I can't justify my actions to myself as easily as I might hope to explain them away. Perhaps I'm caught up in my own head game. Am I the villain trying to play the role of the white knight or am I the white knight trying to convince myself that I'm really a villainous schmuck? It doesn't make much sense to be a sheep in wolf clothing...
Insert a long, introspective and self-deprecating diatribe here that makes just as much sense as any of the above, though I don't think that I even know what I'd want to say. It's better to just keep to myself.