Moral Schizophrenia

might as well be my middle name.

Fuck. 

So many things I'm moved to do and either don't know why I do or end up just hating the fact that I did it. 

Corny shit. 

Lame shit. 

Hurtful shit. 

Despicable shit. 

Dumb shit. 

Thirsty shit. 

Just things that if I harbor on for 2 minutes, I'm going to regret. I really don't like that I do it and do it so often. I really need to rectify the situation. 

Hopefully it will get better with time because I do it a lot less now. and I would like to think that I'm maturing.

BUT

the impulses are stronger when they occur. which could spell disaster.