I’m an incompetent complication. I fucking suck. What am I doing here? You mean to say that I can decipher the poems of the late greats like John Donne and Andrew Marvell but I can’t figure out my own, in comparison, minuscule mind?! fucking sorcery! witchcraft at it’s bloody finest. A*s in English but cannot articulate my emotions? shambles!.
That’s it. I’m done for. I’m a disposable homo-sapien. I’ve been used up and I’ve reached my limit. Now throw me in the trash or cash me in for a new or improved Leonard.