I'm still thinking about the stuff I said Sunday morning. Why do I say those things? It's nothing new that mornings (especially Sunday mornings) are hard for me, but why must I take it that far? It's actually been awhile since I played that card. Am I just trying to get a rise out of you, or is there something to it? It seems like there must be some truth to it, or I wouldn't say it. It's too painful and cruel to say it without meaning it. But once the situation is over, I regret it and wish I hadn't done/said that. Do I regret my honesty, or do I regret my insanity? Perhaps I'm developing a mental illness; one more serious than the depression/anxiety problems I've always had. Or perhaps...