About Me: I'm a 22 year old squanderer. I've spent my life wasting opportunities and fucking up the lives of other people. Now I'm mostly just pissed off and lonely. I write for Life Misled, arguably the worst internet blog in existence. At the very least, though, people are entertained by me because they're not me. That's always a plus.

Squandered Ambitions: I wanted to do a lot of things in my life. I wanted to graduate college but I dropped out instead. I wanted to have a normal family life but adoption killed that. I wanted to be in a committed relationship where I was thinking about a future but instead I'm going from one fucked up situation to another. I have recently received the nickname "Home Wrecker" for meddling in other people's committed relationships. By meddle I mean I have fucked other people's girlfriends. I wanted to have a real career but I quit my first real opportunity, principled or not. I wanted to have a house but my credit is so shitty I'm surprised I was able to get a new cell phone. Basically, I'm fucked. I also wanted to get the fuck out of New England because I hate shitty weather and I can't stand most of the people. Who the shit wants to shovel and wear gloves? Not fucking me. I wanted to be in California. But I'm fucking stuck here.

Why Life Misled: Why the fuck not? I needed a place to vent my frustrations. Originally, my blog was designed to be a source for me to vent about my shitty, fucked up private life. I figured no one will read the shit because no one gives a shit about me anyway. Then my old high school started having fun lamenting over what a fucked up person I was and how I never actually went anywhere in life. I think I actually validate other people's opinions of me every single day by posting on that website. What the fuck would they do without me? And so for the title, well, I would say that my blog title is accurate and descriptive in its own right. I mislead my life- the big secret's out. Oh shit.

Where Am I Going: The short answer: nowhere. I haven't been going anywhere, I gave up everything somewhere along the way. Hell, I moved out to Worcester, MA to be with my then-girlfriend who now won't speak to me. I continued the trend recently by ensuring my other then-girlfriend of two-plus years wouldn't speak to me either.  Then I had a series of meaningless encounters, devolving me into a hopeless mess of cynicism. Now I'm still in fucking Worcester trapped in the original reason I came here. I keep scrapping careers based on my inability to cope with people who fucking suck. My family and friends all pity me quietly, and everyone else finds the shit funny. I live on drunken moments and the fucked up things I post on my site. Hell, if nothing else, I'm a good way to spend a Friday night.

Why Are You Such a Dick: That couldn't possibly be answered in short-answer form. I'm a dick for a lot of reasons. My adoption ensured that I saw horrific things; things you only read about human beings doing to other human beings. I'm pretty scarred from my youth. Most people were playing ball with their parents or going to fucking dance recitals. Most of your biggest problems were being late for soccer practice or eating all of your vegetables at dinner. I got to worry about how to stay alive, how to feed myself, how not to get beat by foster families, and how to make sure my brother was safe. I was never the same coming of it all. I had learned so many bad habits over the years, I was socially inept, and I was well beyond my years. No one looked at me like a normal kid. As soon as anyone heard I was adopted, I was a fucking footnote in conversations. Pity poor Bob Fucking Coughlin. I didn't need anyone's pity. I still don't. I'm a fucked up mess. Thank You Massachusetts.

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