" If I had only bridled my tongue, perhaps things would have been different."

  This needs to go into my About Me or something. It's as if I never learn. I have a hot passion inside of me that needs a noose terribly. And while I have learned so much since even last week, I can't stop hating myself for the things I've said and done. Maybe all of this was a choice and I chose all the wrong things. I single handedly failed us. You'll never forgive me, and I don't deserve it.
  But even worse, the fear that I might never forgive myself...oh, that I might be bent. I am so bent and broken, and I will stay broken...and in all these days, I thought I was fixed. I thought I was fixed.


 But nothing really ever gets fixed.
 Does it?