major screw up

here we go again. the old song plays the same tune, even my words seem so used. i never meant to stay. i never meant to get attached. i hate it when things go beyond my control. I never liked playing games; I only managed to get suckier every minute. I never liked Scrabble cause, oddly, I would run out of words. I never liked playing ball because I couldn’t catch it. I quit dancing, because I always trip every time. I never sing because I just couldn’t hit the notes. I never tried doing cooking again, because the yolk simply would just break in sunny-side up, the ramen soggy all over when I do canton. I stopped driving, because I always veer off-course. I never liked playing games, because I never play with the rules. It seems the only thing I do right is diss that long faced middle-aged woman and her gayman friend whenever they hit the dance floor and knocking over beer bottles when I’m already tipsy. I am my worst enemy. You know you messed up when you see yourself standing in front of you, playing the patintero, hindering you from going forward, moving on and finally stop yourself from getting into situations that will have such a tight hold on you couldn’t even breathe. I sucked big time. Everytime. Right now, I couldn’t even end this properly. And then I’ll publish this for the entire online world to see how big of a screwball I am.