I miss me...the one that doesn't exist anymore. The one before Charlie, the one before any of them. I miss my independence.

I'm sick of constantly doing things that make me mad at myself...that make me disappointed in myself.

I never used to and I always figured I was missing out, being good all the time, doing the right thing. Well I wasn't missing out on anything really, I might not regret it but I don't want to keep repeating my mistakes.