I failed. *facepalm*

Wow it feels like everything I try at I fail. Including being a real hardass. Multi-felon my ass. I fucked that up hard. I failed at most of my jobs actually. I quit most of em. Sometimes it feels like I can't do anything right, but I'm not quitting writing. I'm not even sure how much of a success I am at this. Not sure if I can ever do this as a real job. But I failed for a reason. Not saying I'm going to go out and try again. Just realizing now I failed for a reason. I could try again, but that wasn't me. It's not what I'm good at. Sometimes it nice to hear I am good at something. It inspires me to new heights. Funny it's the name of my road. It's making sense when you look at the irony. Being  crazy is now who I am. And your making me mad with all the inspiration. Call me edgy, but I'm sharper than I look. Fuck that noise. I listen when it makes sense.