Current mood:

morose

Fucking fail.
Fail fail fail FUCKING FAIL. That's all I'm good for.

I have managed to fail miserably at life thus far. I'm in a house I can't sell, which is now a fucking disastrous mess. I'm finishing a degree that will require me to move somwhere out of state, which will then require me to try to sell the house I can't sell. I was going to clean the house before she got back, and all I've done thus far is make it even more of a mess.

If I weren't such a pussy chickenshit little fuck, I'd just drink the damn bleach and have done with it. Instead, all I can do is sit here, do nothing useful, and wallow in my own miserable pathetic self-pity.

I am a disgusting, pathetic, inexcusable shadow of and attempt at being a person.