I hate myself. Seeing something I don't particularly agree with but being unable to do anything about it. Feeling filthy from having to weave through so much crap, treading softly and carefully like a coward, then coming out wondering what people will think about me for it.

What makes a good person, anyway? Wanting to do "good" but only actually doing so when reality doesn't obstruct you, or doing what you think is right, regardless of any and all circumstances, without compromise? Ideally I'd like to live out the latter, but I'm too weak, and my flesh bends to reality's will. Unyielding, strong, but perhaps brittle?

Ambiguity FTW.