I don't understand why I am the Queen of Hindsight.

I always realize what I did wrong only after I've done it. Why couldn't I have realized it before so I wouldn't do it? Why can't I say things I want to right at that moment and not when the conversation is over? Then when it's over, that's when all the stories come pouring out. Without anyone to tell them to, of course.

And fuck it, I hate that I can only manage to write about my mistakes and not even vaguely repair it.

Sadly, there are times when words do not comfort. They are icy and stiff and do not hold an ounce of warmth.

Joni Mitchell said it best, Maybe Tuesday will be my good-news day.