You really shouldn't be surprised at the amount of angst I have built up inside of me by now. There's this thing about me. I Fail. And I'm sorry. I really am. But I won't stop Failing. I'll Fail all of you. On everything I do. Always. You might think I'm happy. And if you do, I'm sorry. Because I'm Failing you right now. Because when I'm alone. I cry for a long time. Endless tears. You think I'm smart. And I'm flunking three classes. You think I have potential. But I no longer have the energy, to want to use any I may possess. And I'm sorry. I let you all down. I've been letting you down for a very very long time. I Fail. On everything. It's what I do.