This should have been my time; it's over, it never began

[dandelions101]

I stabbed a best friend in the back, and I was half aware of it. Maybe I just do this to everyone. I've been a hypocrite, a two-faced liar, a vain snake, stupid, cold-hearted. I seriously hurt someone. I caused another soul to feel bitter, angry, sad, grudging, worthless. And I hate that. I hate that I have been so self-absorbed and so concerned with fleeting things like reputation and how other people see me, things that don't matter at all. I cared more about my image than the heart of a human being, a human being that I love. So, what is my love? Obviously, it can't be worth too much, since I disregard it like it is nothing.
The phrase "I am my own worst enemy" is a serious understatement.