I'm so bad at DIY projects, I once superglued my fingers together trying to fix a leaky faucet.

I'm so bad at math, even my calculator gives up on me.

I'm a great multitasker - I can mess up several things at once.

I'm the classic procrastinator - I'll tell you more about it later.

I always take the stairs because I'm too impatient for elevators.

I'm not sure if I have imposter syndrome or if I'm just really bad at everything.

I have a lot of talents - unfortunately, they're all useless.

I have a fear of commitment... to my New Year's resolutions.

I'm a great date - at least my mom thinks so.

I'm so bad at small talk, I can make an awkward silence even more awkward.

I have a black belt in binge-watching TV shows.

I have a full-time job as a part-time adult.

I'm like a cat trying to land on its feet, except I always land on my face.

I'm so bad at dating, my love life could be a reality TV show called 'The Bachelor(ette) Reject'.

I'm like a plant that can't photosynthesize - constantly in need of validation from others.

I'm like a book with missing pages - confusing and incomplete.

I'm so bad at dancing, I've been mistaken for a malfunctioning robot on the dance floor.

I'm like a car with a flat tire - constantly feeling deflated and going nowhere.

I'm so bad at karaoke, I once cleared the room by singing 'Wonderwall' off-key.

I'm like a sandwich with too much mayo - bland and difficult to swallow.

I'm so bad at online dating, even my spam emails ghost me.