I'm so bad at fashion, my wardrobe would make a scarecrow cringe.

I'm so bad at dealing with stress, I stress about how bad I am at dealing with stress.

I'm so bad at making decisions, I've spent more time choosing a Netflix show than actually watching it.

I'm so bad at time management, I haven't even started procrastinating yet.

I'm so bad at self-control, I binge-watch TV shows like it's an Olympic sport.

I'm so unphotogenic, my selfies break mirrors.

I'm so awkward, I make silence sound noisy.

I'm such a bad singer, I could make a mime cover their ears.

I'm so broke, my bank laughs when I check my balance.

I'm such a bad comedian, my jokes come with a refund guarantee.

I'm so bad at fashion, even my shadow doesn't want to be seen with me.

I'm such a bad dancer, I make people wish they were blind.

I'm such a bad cook, I can burn water.

I'm so broke, even my piggy bank files for bankruptcy.

If I had a dollar for every time I say something awkward, I'd be rich. And probably still awkward.

I like to think of myself as a social butterfly. In reality, I'm more of a social moth.

I'm like a broken pencil...pointless.

I'm so bad at small talk, I've considered carrying cue cards with conversation starters.

I give 110% at work - 10% actual effort and 100% trying to seem like I know what I'm doing.

I'm not a morning person. In fact, I'm more like a non-morning person.

I'm not clumsy, I'm just performing impromptu gravity checks.