Guilty

Guilty of the empty pages in my notebooks that I don't write in as much as I want.

Guilty of the pile of unread books in my room.

Guilty of the hours of the day I spend on facebook.

Guilty of the people I love but never call or meet.

Guilty of the people I love and call and agree to meet with, but never do.

Guilty of the negative thoughts I sometimes have about someone who doesn't deserve them.

Guilty of the endless advice my father gives me that I don't take.

Guilty of the harsh sarcasm I have that sometimes hurt people without me noticing. 

Guilty of the carelessness to my mind, body and soul. They are gifts from God that I should take more care of.

Guilty of the people I promised to help but couldn't, or just didn't.

Guilty of the endless times I knew I had to do chores and waited for my mum to ask me or do them herself.

Guilty of the little thoughtful gifts I wanted to get/make for people I love but was too lazy to.

Guilty of the hours that pass when I don't do something useful for me or others.

Guilty of the two years that have passed since my graduation when I didn't study. 

Guilty of the extra mile that I rarely go when I do anything.

Guilty of the stupid things I spend money on when I should be saving for more important things.

Guilty of not being a better me.