I'm not awkward, I'm just romantically challenged.

I may be a procrastinator, but at least I'm consistent.

I'm so bad at sports, I once scored a goal for the other team.

I'm so bad at DIY projects, I once ended up gluing my shoe to the table while fixing a chair.

I'm so bad at public speaking, I once started a presentation with my fly down.

I'm so bad at multitasking, I struggle to watch TV and eat popcorn at the same time.

I'm so bad at budgeting, I once thought I won the lottery because I forgot to check my numbers.

I'm so bad at texting, I once sent a text meant for my mom to my boss.

I'm so bad at fashion, I've been asked if I'm starting a new trend with my mismatched socks.

I'm so bad at self-care, I once forgot to brush my teeth for a week.

I'm so bad at art, my stick figure drawings have been mistaken for abstract art.

I'm so bad at cooking, even my microwave meals come out burnt.

I'm so bad at photography, my selfies have been mistaken for blurry abstract art.

I'm so bad at cleaning, I once lost my keys in the pile of laundry on my bedroom floor.

I'm so bad at organization, my to-do list has its own to-do list.

I'm so bad at photography, my pictures have a blur filter without even trying.

I'm so bad at cooking, I once mistook salt for sugar and created the world's saltiest cake.

I'm so bad at sports, I once tripped over my own shoelaces while trying to jog in place.

I'm so bad at directions, Google Maps sends me notifications saying 'Are you sure?' every time I input an address.

I'm so bad at time management, I think procrastination should be an Olympic sport.

I'm so bad at gardening, I somehow managed to kill a plastic plant.