I'm honestly not sure where I went wrong, but I definitely didn't come home tonight feeling good. The mess I made in the bathroom was so bad, I had to call a friend to help me clean it up. My friend was like, "Hey, you're a loser." And I replied, "Yeah, I'm a loser." That's when I realized I was being stupid.
I tried to be careful, but it all went south. I took off my clothes, ran around the house, and ended up on the floor. I couldn't even get up without getting completely soaked. The only thing I could say was, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." But nobody listened.
Now, I'm stuck. I can't go back to sleep, and I feel ashamed every day. I'm a total failure, and I don't know what to do. I've already lost my job, my friends, and my reputation. I'm basically dead.
But there's hope. There has to be. Because I'm here asking for it. I'm not giving up. I'm trying to get better. I'm trying to live in peace. I'm trying to be worthy of someone's love. I'm trying to make things right.