And it took me that long

It took me that long to fuck everything up.
I seriously don't know why I can't pay attention to details. I must've left the cafe a complete mess before because I got an email saying that if everything isn't amazing tomorrow morning I'm fired. I know it's justified. I was stupid enough to actually leave the toaster iron on, and it was smoking. I almost burned the place down.
I should've just gone to uni. I should've studied right away instead. I'm such an idiot for thinking that I could actually do well in real life situations, it's obvious that I can't do anything but study. I should have just gone to uni to study literature or some shit and then become the most hated teacher ever, just so that I never had to leave a learning facility. I should just get a cat and start eating my way to obesity. Comfort zone.
As this has proven, I'm just too irresponsible to have things depend on me. Maybe I should just quit, and leave it to one of those 25 year olds with experience to take over. Maybe I should just hide away in the country side until I can apply to uni again, if they'll have me. Maybe I should just go off somewhere and give up, do what the rest of my generation is doing and just live off my parents forever. Fuck it all.