Think

Sometimes I think I know what I'm doing. Sometimes I think I have everything under control, but then someone or something comes around and fucks it up.

I know they don't mean to, I know they don't intend for it to happen. They probably some even know they did it.

But I cannot blame my anger, my sadness, my helplessness on other people. I cannot do that to them. I have to face my problems head on, for I am the only one who has to deal with them.

If I think I know what I am doing, then I know I do.