I'm so bad at DIY, I consider assembling IKEA furniture a full-body workout.

I'm so bad at driving, the GPS reroutes me to the nearest parking lot.

I'm so bad at math, even calculators roll their eyes at me.

I'm so bad at budgeting, I could go broke in a Monopoly game.

I'm so bad at fashion, my wardrobe is stuck in a 90s time warp.

I'm so bad at gardening, I can kill a cactus just by looking at it.

I'm so bad at exercising, my Fitbit once sent me a condolence email.

I'm so bad at decision-making, I struggle to choose between Netflix or sleep.

I'm so broke, I can't even afford free samples.

I'm so accident-prone, I've been mistaken for a crash test dummy.

I'm so unathletic, my Fitbit sends me get well soon cards.

I'm so bad at fashion, even mannequins judge me.

I'm so forgetful, I once went to the store to buy a new memory.

I'm such a bad driver, even my GPS avoids me.

I Googled 'how to be more confident' and got an error message.

My plant died because I over-watered it with my tears of self-pity.

I would lose an argument with a brick wall.

I'm not good with technology. I struggle to turn off the alarm on my phone before it wakes the whole house.

I'm so lazy, I need a vacation after running errands.

I'm so bad at parking, my car has a frequent flyer miles card at the body shop.

I'm so bad at math, I need a calculator to split the bill at a restaurant.