I hate admitting when I'm wrong. As a child, I'd rather keep quiet than let on that I didn't know the answer to something. Even as a young adult, I go by the same motto, that it is better to shut up than to blabber on and reveal your ignorance. It's a pride thing, which to my deepest regret is now causing me to make bigger and bigger mistakes in life.

I do something wrong, and I know it. The trouble is that I'm sure I can handle it, sure that I will not repeat it. Time and time again it has proven to turn out the exact opposite. And yet I console myself that I won't let it happen again.

It always only takes one time for your world to come crashing down.