i was a failure and they found me out.

today, more than anything, i feel like a failure.

i do not finish what i start. i rarely start things in the first place because i always come back to the same place.

what if i start something and fail at it?

i feel lazy and lethargic and unmotivated.. and a million other shitty things on top.

i dont know what to do with myself or my life anymore.

the only things i want to do are oddities that will get me nowhere in life.

i get on a roll painting, creating, cutting, gluing, taping. no good comes from these things.

i go to work for less than half of a normal persons work shift and i can not stand it.

it drags and all i want to do is go home. not even to do anything. just to not be there.

i never want to be where i am. and when i go somewhere else i dont want to be there either.

i want to be nowhere. and lucky me, thats exactly where i am.