There are times when I wonder about myself.

Like now.

I misunderstand, I don't read what's written, I...

Too quick.

My mouth or my hands say things too quickly, too early.

Thinking.

I need to give myself the time to think... and I don't.

Tired.

Opening my mouth when tired is really not the best.

I feel stupid.

I feel stupid for my words, for my misunderstandings.

I feel irritated.

I feel irritated over myself, for this is nothing new.

Will I learn?

I think I should have learned by now, but it seems I still have to.

Can I accept?

Acceptance of my imperfection, of my bad choices, that's tough sometimes.

I apologise.

My misunderstandings can cause irritation, I see that, and I'm sorry.