I’m so unemployable it’s almost funny. I sleep too much. I can’t handle stress. My brain capacity is smaller than an acorn. I don’t respect rules or authority. I have no interest in basically anything. My ideas are trash. I’m ugly and stupid. I hate meetings. I can’t do this.
every single year i don’t kill myself because it’s going to get better next year and then it’s next year and it’s never any better. at what point will i grow a pair of balls and end this cycle