I’m a perfect failure. If you hand me anything, no matter how complex or simple, I will fuck it up beyond all chance of repair and you will never figure out how it happened because even I don’t know.
Citation: my life, job, friends, ex-gf, family, hobbies, etc…
The worst ‘moment’ is a long and ongoing moment that started at age 0 to today and likely forever. I haven’t felt glad to be alive once in my life and I doubt it will ever happen. Too much of coward to kill myself, so I’m just hoping a brain aneurysm will take me out quick and painless. I just want to check out of the bullshit existence that happens against my consent day after day.