I Miss You But I Haven't Met You Yet.

I don't have a glamorous job that matters. I don't have a fabulous fashion sense. I don't know how to play any instruments. I can't sing. I can't write. I can't act. I can't cook. I can't draw. I can't paint. I can't sculpt. I'm not smart. I'm not funny. I'm not athletic.

I have no redeeming qualities and I'm not good at anything.

I watched The Baxter this weekend. It's another one of those Garden State Eternal Sunshine movies that I hate that I love. False hope movie. Because what happens when you're not even a Baxter? What's a grade below a Baxter?