Why am I unable to make anything of myself when I have talent and intelligence? I struggle to believe in myself at all. By now I should have amounted to something, instead of having no job, no life, no money, and not much in the way of hope. If I'd just had a little more backbone, instead of being so timid, I could have made something of my life. I could have been a contender, instead of a bum, which what I am (five points for those who can tell me what film that last line is a quote from).
I've drawn up a tee shirt design which I've submitted to Threadless. Hopefully it'll be accepted and placed on their site soon, where you can all vote for it to printed (or not as the case may be). Watch this space.