I judge people too much.
I expect reciprocation in equal degrees.
I can't help talking.
Too much clutter and less practicality.
Too much words... but a dying honesty.
Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.
No I love you's.
No I'm sorry's.
I always compromise for people.
I allow people to abuse me...
Yet I continue to hurt people not worthy of such pains.
No sense of home.
Too much interest in films and books.
Drunk with poetry.
Trash here, trash there.
Extremity of guilt-trips.