"It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt."

You hear that old saying after being told that Johnny and Billy were innocently poking each other for fun until Billy accidentally jabbed Johnny in the eye, or how all the monkeys decided to jump on the bed and then all ended up with concussions. But it goes without saying that it can be applied in many other situations. For instance: How one sip completely shattered what was already broken, broken and so desperately trying to get pieced back together to its original state.

When I'm good, I'm so good; however, when I mess up, it's causes such colossal damage. It's as if last year just wasn't enough for me, like I'm suddenly insatiable once everything is right again, chaos must be had in order for me to be truly satisfied. And I guess misery really does love company, because as I'm falling and flailing out of control, I always manage to drag down every single innocent by-stander surrounding me. Every single time I'm handed a new slate, it's not too long before I completely smash it into millions of irreplaceable bits and pieces.

So now we're back at square one, and the age-old question still remains: Have I truly learned my lesson this time around? I always half-heartedly answer "Yes", but that obviously is not the case.