I'm a "pathetic cunt". I'm a "lazy piece of shit". It's always "all my fault". You can't "deal with me when I'm like this". All I ever do is either try to explain myself, help you, and then, inevitably, cry. I cry, because I'm scared. I'm nothing. I'm a loser. I'm defeated. I'm worthless. That result is of your making, not mine. I can't ever say I've done anything wrong because of how I am nowadays.