Shame is like a ghost that haunts you, but unlike a ghost, it's not just a harmless old lady in a sheet - it's like a creepy, judgmental teenager who just won't leave you alone.
It's like, you know, you could've eaten that last cookie, but now it's too late, and you're stuck with the guilt of cookie regret for the rest of your days.
Or, you know, you could've just sent that text to that person, but now you're stuck in limbo, wondering what could've been, and what will never be, because of your own fear of confrontation.
Justify Your Existance, because, let's be real, we all need a little help with that.
Shady Truths - because who needs actual truth when you have shadowy, unverifiable "facts"?
Shadow Friends and Shadow Foes - because who needs actual friends when you have people who just kind of exist in the background of your life?