I don’t know where to start from. I don’t know how did I reach this site. I’m just going to type whatever comes to my mind first. I’m confused. I’m guilty. I’m in pain. Mostly, I’m confused. I don’t know what sort of person am I. I’m over-emotional maybe. Things affect me way too much. If I’ll see a homeless on road, I’ll cry. If I’ll see an aged person doing labour, I’ll cry. I go deep in a melancholic space when I think about orphanages, old-age homes, poverty, and crimes. I can’t sleep if I hear a dog crying on street outside my house. I catch other people’s moods when they’re depressed or sad. My mind is never silent. It’s always churning something or the other. Sometimes, I say mean things in a fit of anger and I’m the one who suffers and regrets it the most. I feel so guilty. This is what happened today. It wasn’t such a big deal anyway. So I was supposed to get some documents corrected from bank which I submitted 2 months back. I was supposed to get it back after 10 days. I was prepccupied and also didn’t get any call from them so I didn’t go after 10 days. Today after two months when I went there, I got to know that they hadn’t even started the procedure of my documents yet and asked me to come after another 10 days. I lost it for a moment and sort of took it out on the person who was responsible. I even told him that I was going to complain to higher authorities. But when I reached home, I started feeling so guilty about being rude to that person. I mean, bank is a montonous place, he might have forgotten or something. Whatever, I don’t know. The thing is now I’m constantly thinking how that person must have felt. I feel guilty. I know people have some big confessions to make and all. And here am I, feeling guilty about being rude to someone who was actually at fault. Maybe that’s why I’m here. Some might think what a petty stupid confession it is. Maybe it is. But yeah, that’s all. I want to sleep and writing in journal just didn’t help today. Maybe this will.