As you may have noticed, acknowledging defeat is not one of my strong points, especially in some aspects of life. Not necessarily the most important ones, but the ones upon which I’ve somehow come to rely for self-assurance. Let’s not comment on the futile stupidity of my choices. Still struggling to accept myself for what I am. I’m not talking about love, of course; I know me too well for that.

Isn’t it interesting how a superiority complex always goes hand in hand with an inferiority complex? Forgive me for not being more specific, but as you must know, such confessions can be quite embarrassing. Try to see them as parts of an experiment in mental emancipation through continuous humiliation.

Anyhow, I suppose that losing a little was absolutely necessary,
and slightly overdue, too. An inflated ego won’t take you very
far and I have a long long way to go.