I feel like a two-faced bastard.
I offer help, without really thinking of what the impacts might be.
I broke myself for the hundred times, and i have to accept that i cannot blame it anyone else. that all happens because of what i did. and now that I am fixing after breaking my own self. Collecting pieces of me that split on everywhere. i found each of it and pour glue on them. do that all over again. and i can tell you that i'm really busy doing that.