I'm harsh and bitter and I let loose my tongue when my anger gets the better of me. I'm self righteous and arrogant and think I'm perfect but I'm not. I sin shamelessly and lecture others not to commit lesser sins. I'm a wreck most of the time and despicable too. I think I  ought to be pitied but I shouldn't. I'm a pathetic shell of who I used to be and there's still a part of my ego that claims I'm good enough. I have hurt people that I love enough to hate myself more than they do.I'm living on a shipwreck that used to be the titanic. People lie. You don't get used to change, you just get used to crying.