Even I am sick of myself. I am sick of my endless rumination, my belly-button gazing, soul-searching, guilt-ridden self. I am sick and tired of regret. I am sick of being sick and tired of myself.

"Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" is starting to sound like a damn good idea. Or a lobotomy. Or my daily dose of xanax and beer. But it's a little early for that.

I am poisoning myself and I can't stop.

I can't let it go.