#fail

I don't know what it is but as I look around at my stuff and my life in general, all I see are my failures. Everytime I think I've got it handled, when I think I'm finally to the point where I can stand on my own two feet, the ground crumbles beneath me. I'm back to panic and stress. I don't think I've ever felt so useless in all my life.
Everything for me right now is "I can't." I can't feed myself. I can't move back in with my parents. I can't keep a normal job without stressing to the max. I can't find love. I can't lose weight. I can't make art. I can't buy a new car. And I can't fix the one I've got. I can't live alone but I can't find people I can live with. I can't convince the one person I love to love me back. I can't be enough of a friend. I can't adult. I can't sleep. I can't work. I can't keep a fucking plant alive. I can't function!
I'll never stop failing at life, but I wish I could fail at just a bit fewer things all at once...