music: "Only a Dream Away," Beth Orton
I did something insane today. Worse than insane. I have to wonder how much respect I've still got for myself at this point. And yet, I don't seem to have diminished in my own perspective.
I think it only matters that you do everything you do with a full and confident heart. If I'd had any second thoughts about what I did today, I wouldn't have done it. I have at least that much wits about me. But for some reason, I didn't seem to have qualms about it. I still don't.
What determines a person's morals? I mean, the fact that I've done a lot of things that other people wouldn't be proud of doesn't bother me a bit. Does this make me a bad person, because I don't have the same standards as the next person? I don't think so. I really don't. If these things weighed on my conscience or something, I would feel like a bad person, but I know that I'm not a bad person, so it doesn't really matter, does it?
This entry is really more for justification purposes, or at any rate to rant at myself because I have no one else to talk to about this really. Things are slightly awkward now.