Blue Shells Himself

Oh well. Just another set of decisions I make that result in my life getting worse. Just like every other set.

Smart doesn't work. Stupid doesn't work. So I guess the only options I have are do nothing or die.

I need to destroy something.

If you ever need to figure out what the worst possible outcome is, just watch what I do.

I'm always going the wrong direction.

I can't even remember the last time my life got marginally better for a reason other than "have re-adjusted to current levels of shit".

Another day where my wrong decisions are front and center.

Another day where I make all the wrong decisions. I am a failure of an adult.

I am repulsive.

The perfect time to do the wrong thing.

I hate everything. Most especially myself.

The only appropriate words to describe me are "massive failure".

Man, I feel extra down on myself today.

The weight of my failures feels extra heavy today.

The lesson life teaches me over and over again is that if I try, I make things worse. The best thing I can do is nothing.

I am one of the dumbest and unluckiest people in the world. If I wasn't born on third base, I'd be dead right now.

Look forward to the day I'm gone. Your lives will all get substantially better.

Another day, another reason to give up on life.

I don't luck my way into good things; I luck my way out of what would have been good things.

My will to live continues to lessen.

I am a mistake.

The absolutely fastest way to success in this universe is to get me invested in something and then get me uninvested in it. Relative moments later, you will achieve unimaginable success.

Am I the unluckiest piece of shit around? Probably not, but I am for sure a contender.

Well my life is effectively over.

Should I take the risk? Play it safe? Doesn't matter. I'll make the wrong choice.

I get punished for doing the safe thing and mega punished for doing the risky thing. My soul is dead.

Yup. Living in my own personal hell.

Every time I think, I think wrong.