Is it normal that my life is a shit filled cesspool?
Well is it normal that my life is a steaming, festering cesspool of fly infested shit? I'm a colossal fuck up that could ruin a free lunch and can't do anything without fucking it up. Is it normal that the best day of my sorry, pathetic fucking life will be when worms are eating my fucking face? Is it normal to despise myself beyond words for my incompetent inability to do even one single fucking thing without fucking it up?