Sometimes I Hate Me

There are times in my life when I act in ways I regret. Usually nothing too shaming, just small lapses in judgement that don't often have any repercussions. Other then making me feel poorly about myself afterwards that is... I think it stems from my need to feel wanted, loved. All humans have an innate psychological need for companionship and while I am currently content with my single status, I found myself craving more twice this past week. That base craving paired with a party atmosphere and a little alcohol left me thinking thoughts I shouldn't think about people I cannot have. And that is an equation to embarass myself in the making. But at least it has inspired internal analysis and enough regret in me that I am determined not to do such again soon. I am a strong enough individual that I ought to be able to resist my basal urges in favor of wiser lifestyle choices.