self-sabotage

He doesn't know this now, but in the years to come he will, again and again, test Harold's claims of devotion, will throw himself against his promises to see how steadfast they are. He won't even be conscious that he's doing this. But he will do it anyway, because part of him will never believe Harold and Julia; as much as he wants to, as much as he thinks he does, he won't, and he will always be convinced that they will eventually tire of him, that they will one day regret their involvement with him. And so he will challenge them, because when their relationship inevitably ends, he will be able to look back and know for certain that he caused it, and not only that, but the specific incident that caused it, and he will never have to wonder, or worry, about what he did wrong, or what he could have done better. But that is in the future. For now, his happiness is flawless.

No knowledge about self is self-slavery!

I decry the injustice of my wounds, only to look down and see that I am holding a smoking gun in one hand and a fistful of ammunition in the other.

This is how women self-sabotage and self-destruct. Unless we have constant witnesses to our hard work, we are convinced we pull off every day of our lives through smoke and mirrors. (27)

I craft most of my own tragedies without ever having even the remotest understanding that it is I myself who have done the crafting.

Cry wolf often enough and you eventually get eaten by the wolf, even if the wolf is you.

You can__ imagine just how much believing in negative thoughts is affecting your life_until you stop.

When I read the ghastly lines of tragedy darkly penned into my life, I turn and notice that the pen in my hand is wet.

More times than I can remember I look around and I ask why the hole I__ in looks so strangely familiar. Probably because it looks a whole lot like all the other ones I dug before I got around to digging this one.

We make tactless remarks because we wish to hurt, break our legs because we do not wish to walk, marry the wrong man because we cannot let ourselves be happy, board the wrong train because we would prefer not to reach the destination.

I think it__ pretty common to hold onto people, to bribe them with things, say, a body, in the hopes of keeping them from leaving you. I don__ think it__ uncommon to invert such behaviors, to become something unlovable, in an effort to speed up the process of the inevitable. Fighting is an instinct. So is running. Everybody knows how to destroy a good thing. It__ easy.

What if I were to tell you the game__ been rigged, that I was destined to win from the very beginning? To be clear: Winning is subjective. For the record: I win by losing, by avoiding the confusion of possibility, the sheer terror of potential. To make a long story short: I win when I lose and I lose by running, by pushing you away.

It__ thinking that I had the solution that probably created the problem in the first place.