I Suck

I suck at my job.

I suck at anything to do with money.

I suck at writing.

I suck at running.

I suck at any sort of encounter with the opposite sex.

I suck at being a dog mom.

I suck at yoga.

I suck at cooking and baking and anything that happens in the kitchen.

I suck at life.

And I totally forgot my happy pills this morning.