It's only today come crashing down that the best I can do is dogpaddle in mediocrity.

I'm a decent writer, not great, not wonderful. Good. Okay at my pinnacle. Maybe enough room for a Not bad in there, but that's about it.

Haven't managed to do anything with myself educationwise. I'm gonna be fucking 40 years old flipping pancakes somewhere because I haven't been able to finish school or even look all that decent while I'm attending classes. Jaysis how I fucking suck.

That's all. Just felt like doing some wallowing for a minute. I'll be okay in a few days, I'm sure. If I'm lucky. But right now, I got nothin' but a mouthful of hate for myself.