Reading up on friends and acquaintances, I realize I’m very much sub-par. Not even sub or sous-genius, just… failing.

Miserably is usually inserted here.

Any ideas I once had about myself can pretty much be summed up in single words and torn. I have no potential anymore; I could advance in career, slightly, but not in life. Things are easy externally, but internally strained.

My actions indicate I’d rather waste my time, than do anything important or actually progressive.