I don't feel like sharing my hopes and dreams seeing as I have none. I am content with the discontent and I find peace of mind in knowing that regardless of the situation I am in I will find ways to adapt.
Perhaps you could say I failed in everything, or rather that I failed in nothing given that I had no ambition to begin with.
I died, it was boring, and so I stood up.
I ask you, what's the purpose of having a purpose?