It has been said that I say a lot of things and do nothing. Those words have been uttered by some of the most important people in my life. I’m just really afraid of failing. I have quit every goddamn lesson or sport in fear that one person will look at me and scoff. So I sit on the sidelines and roll my eyes and tell jokes about everyone who has tried. It’s the cocktail of my vices that I’ve been sipping. I made one mistake in my master plan. Nothing bad happened. It was fun. I haven’t stopped since. So what if I mess up some more? What if I have more secrets that my father can’t possibly know? What has been stopping me this whole time?