I am a loser. I’ve never been so sure of it in all my life.
I remember writing some posts a couple months back about how I was ready to graduate, ready to take on the world.
Not so much.
I’m a loser.
All the people I know are doing great and wonderful things and I am truly happy for them because they are beautiful and talented and work hard and they deserve it.
But I am a loser.
And I SWEAR I’m only like 7% jealous.
(percentages subject to change based upon the number of unpaid bills at any time on my bedside table, number of drinks consumed, and how many weekends I spend hanging out with my mother because I don’t have any friends.)
I’m gonna be one of those waitresses with a useless degree that spends their 45th birthday crying over ramen.
Did I mention I’m a loser?