Harumph.

Grr. Annoyed at myself. And, of course, no one else is, because I'm harder on me than anyone else who judges me. So, now I feel awful and guilty because I did not tell somebody about what was bugging me, because I did that depressive thing where I convince myself they wouldn't care and it'd just be bothering them, and now I'm basically spiraling into a pit of self-loathing.

Eh, whatever. I'm making a big deal about a minor transgression that's assuredly forgotten at this point. But, see, that's what I do. I obsess unhealthily over these little details, because at my core, I'm convinced people HATE me, and that I am perpetually walking on thin ice with them. And yet, you'd think the fact that I am perfectly aware of what I'm doing would make me not do it, wouldn't you?

YOU ARE A FOOL.

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Addendum to post. An hour later, I did it AGAIN.