I spent the whole day doing laundry. I washed my clothes, and then I washed my clothes again because I realized I forgot to put in detergent.

I wasted my entire afternoon.

And I was crying and my parents were like it's just a mistake, but it's not just a mistake because I keep making them. Other people read into my mistakes, realizing that if I keep making the same mistakes over and over, then I'm not trying hard enough.

I hate being such a f--up. I want to stop messing up so much and I don't know how. It seems like I keep failing every time I try. My parents don't get that they can't help. I know I should be grateful that they want to help but they just can't. What I need is whatever is going to transform me into someone who gets things accomplished and does things well, otherwise I'll be utterly worthless.

I want to be able to support myself, but people only want to hire someone who has the skills that I don't have, that I'll never have because they assume that I should have learned them by now. They want people with records going back to preschool about how productive and reliable they are, and I just don't have that. I have no hope of competing with the overachieving crowd. The only purpose I have in this world is as a horrible example of the loser that someone can become if she doesn't make the right choices in life.