Guilt, that wonderful friend who never leaves your side. It's like that roommate who always borrows your toothbrush without permission. It never fails to show up at the most inconvenient times, like when you're enjoying an ice cream, reminding you that you should be at the gym. It envelops you in its cozy warmth, like a blanket of anxiety, and says, "Yes, you deserve to feel bad about that." Sometimes, guilt is so constant you might consider naming it your personal counselor. But who needs a guilt-free life when you can embrace it with sarcasm and move on?
