I am a failure…
No, really, I have failed so hard—I fail like it’s my job at times.
Failure is core to my identity now…I carry it and the F-ed up story that goes with it. 365 more words
I have never wanted to get up and go organize. I would go so far as to say that I would rather get a root canal than sort, throw away, and line things up in rows! 837 more words