We failed, and partly, maybe even largely, maybe I was even the shittiest, due to me. I hate life. I hate sucking. I hate not knowing that I suck and then finding out that I suck and it all makes sense and in the back of my head I knew that I sucked but I knew too late and couldn't fix it and deliver a PROPER GODDAMNED SPEECH. I SUCK AND I HATE IT. I JUST WANT TO BE GOOD AND I KNOW I HAVE IT IN ME.
And afterwards, I don't want to go back to my life, my shitty empty life with no one in it.