I’m a fuckup. I can’t do anything right. Even simple tasks perplex me and I’m hopelessly clumsy, careless and dumb.
People don’t hesitate to make me feel bad when I make mistakes. No matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to avoid offending someone just for the crime of breathing. If you asked me to take the trash out, I’d find a way to fuck that up somehow.
Trust me, I don’t want to be alive either. I know I’m a burden, a stain and a problem. I can never get anything right, so I deserve the guilt you bestow upon me.