I fucked up. Again. And again. And again. Over and over and over. I used to think my life was a book of hard knocks. Now, I’m starting to think it’s just a running record of my mistakes.
I fuck up rent, I fuck up bills, I even managed away to fuck up the Internet. I’ve fucked up my relationship, my sex life, and my self esteem. I’ve fucked up more than one career, school and even my parents lives.
This is just an impulsive rant, venting if you will….
But I guess the question that scares me is: how l many times does it take for it to start breaking me?
Or maybe I’m not afraid of the question, maybe I’m just afraid that it already has….