Sometimes I wish my parents were a little less perfect so I have someone to blame my incompetence and mediocrity on. But no, they are amazing and supportive as hell and will support whatever decision I choose, so I have no excuse to be a pathetic piece of shit. Everything is my fault and it kills me that I am not even half the person as they are. Limits? They have none of those;  they don't expect to be taken cared of and don't expect me to give back at all. They don't tell me to do this or do that, and now I am faced with a wide array of opportunities and I do not know what to choose. Yes, I am the luckiest person and all I am doing is squandering everything. Hate me now