fighting

As much as I want to sit here a scream at the top of my blackend lungs, I know my self pitty wont at all take me anywhere I want to go. I know that besides this downfall, the only way to go now is back up. I know I'm the only person I can really point fingers at, for this is all my fault. And even though I may have lost your respect and admeration I'm not yet willing to lose your love. I'm at an unending war with myself without a clue as to how and when I got myself into it. I've been fighting long before I even met you. What's one more thing to fight for? Let me fight,let me show you....I'm not perfect.