Here you are again.
Nothing more than a sad cliche- revelling in delusion and self pity.
You can see yourself- your every move, your every decision; you cry out, begging yourself to stop. To change.
It’s useless trying to bury the hatchets because a hole can’t be dug deep enough to fit them all in and assurance that they’ll never resurface cannot be guaranteed.
You’re a one man army in your own private war and you’re still managing to be on the losing side.
Weakness is your only strength: an everlasting oxymoronic state of affairs.
There’s only one way out of the dark place.