| Fucking fail. |
[01 Jan 2008|05:36pm] |
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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.
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