Sometimes, a conscience is the last thing you want

I don't know how many tomes of poems and discourses exist on the topic of the human conscience. But I'm pretty sure they get around, at some point or another, to covering what I wish I could convey well, and that is that caring about other people can lead to hurting them, and subsequently hurting you--and what a conundrum that is. Me saying anything more than that would be trite.

It's been a heavy weekend and Monday. I'm really really really tired, and I feel like I've stretched myself too thin. I hope that by the next weekend, I've confronted what I've needed to confront, and mended what has needed mended. Thank you for reading my ambiguous entry.