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.