I don't ever stop to think my actions may have consequences, until once again I'm left turning in my bed hating what I've done and the position I've put myself in. And instead of fixing them, I just think harder in my head how I wish I could go back and take back what I've done, or just make the situation completely disappear. But what good does that do? I'll just avoid it until it inevitably blows up in my face. And these lies I create keep getting thicker and more diluted until my feet are so deep in them I can barely keep my head above them. One limb was caught in the web until I struggled so much my whole body became immersed. And now I am quietly gasping for air in my cocoon I've spun around myself.