Another fuckup

Some days, I can't seem to do anything without fucking it up. I appear to have this unerring ability to say entirely the wrong thing, at entirely the wrong time. I'd wish that life had save points, so I could go back and undo all the really stupid shit, but I know damn well that I'd just find a new way to screw up.

Some days, I'm amazed by the fact that I have any friends at all.