I don't know what makes me laugh, I don't know what my tastes are. I don't have any hobbies or talents, I don't do anything with my life. I'm one of the most unluckiest people in the world; people will then say "at least you've got a roof over your head" but that's hardly relevent. What matters is that my life is poor and I need to be part of those who are capable and have a purpose. I'm always making excuses to do things and I lack motivation to start; I can't just randomly start on something completely new such as learning a language in the situation I'm in.