the morals of my party have slowly declined, as if there is some requirement that they go down with time. i used to think it was part of growing up, but now i'm not so sure. everything i do and say is because i feel i've got something to prove. i condemn others for sins i have, myself, committed. realizing what i've been doing makes me sick and tired of the way things are. everyone knows i'm a man of oaths, if not a man of my word, and so i am promising to live a better life. i will stop judging and only try to console. i will become a better man...like i tried so many times before.