Out of stride with commenting on what swirls through my head.
Now?
Even the end is something that I would screw up.
Miserable. Mistakes and endless, endless mistakes! There is nothing except how hopelessly I bludgeon my way through the world, blundering and stammering through things that should put me at ease. No. Oh, no.
Instead I fail.
I fail.
I.
FAIL.
I fail... and want to bleed.