Thoughts on Last Night

No doubt about it. I messed up. There's no way around it. Saturday night was not given any fair amount of attention by my heart. I can't even look at it now - I don't trust myself to be honest. What is it about me that finds a morbid satisfaction in your mistakes toward me? Bitterness. Bitterness fuels this satisfaction in your mistakes. Bitterness about what? Discontent. Not being honest with myself and you. I missed out on the last couple days and all the growth and change because I am stuck in the hurt and pain of Saturday night. I haven't moved past Saturday night because I haven't wanted to be honest with you. It doesn't help