I didn’t mean it that way, but I’m sure I came off tacky.
Gosh, I hate it when I do that!
And, as if screwing up isn’t bad enough, I must then think about it.
Over and over.
Replaying the scene, the dialogue, that moment–on endless loop.
Gosh. I reallywas a schmuck.
Ouch, there it is again, playing in my head, here it comes . . . that’s where I say it, “No! Don’t say it this time . . . !”
Damn. Said it. Again.
Well, not really, but in my head. Re-living it, in all its cringeworthiness.
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