Poster Boy For The Seven Sins

I'm seriously doubting my humanity. I feel like I'm an incarnation of envy or sloth or selfishness. Seriously, this is not just some angst thing. I could undoubtedly be a poster boy for the Seven Sins. As in I have this honest to goodness, wham bang, in your face kids-be-good-or-else-you're-going-to -end-up-like-this-jerk vibe going on. Kinda like Jared Leto in Requiem for a Dream, only I don't need drugs to screw up my life. I just need to live it, and thud. Screwed.