I feel like I am one of the dumbest versions of the mes in the universes

Like honestly

How dumb can I get???

Here's a drawing I drew some time ago:

And now I'll be telling a story about me because I have the self esteem of a chihuahua;

(if my English is hard to understand: I didn't edit this, so the sentences will probable sound a bit weird and some words might be used incorrectly bc thERE ARE WORDS THAT sound the same yet haVE DIFFERENT MEANINGS in Spanish cri) ( I don't feel like editing )

-2 hours ago-

I was scrolling through my phone settings trying out the many specks and features that I didn't know my phone had until recently

I clicked security 

I felt smart af adding some random text to my -now with agalaxy  live wallpaper - lockscreen like "mikayuu ftw" or some dumb shitzu it doesn't matter

I felt like changing my password that I hadn't changed in, what, two years?

(Why)

This is when my mental capacity started degrading

I changed my password

I changed it to some random complicated pattern that I knew that I was obviously going to forget

BUT I STILL CHANGED IT

WHY

I blissfully swiped through the dots, putting the new pattern 

so then, being my intelligent self, I decided to lock my phone

my memory is not the best.

And I tried to

Unlock the phone but

It didn't

Unlock.

Did I mention I hate myself??

An hour later I was still trying to unlock it, but i just had to choose a freaking zig zag whoosh diagonal cross pattern to replace the simple spiral I had as a password before, right?!

I started to panic. (Not in a disco way)

I started searching for ways to unlock my phone on Google

Yet for some reason my phone (a nexus 5) is completely ignored in most of google's help instructions (you've failed me, Google-chan)

I tried to change my password.

I tried a weird two-step verification code, I tried to send a "heLP1!1!" message to my phone and I literally tried anything I could for two hours

But nothing worked.

ANd, In the end, I had to reset my phone.

So I chose the erase option from the laptop and watched as it restarted

And the android (pet? Green dude) showed on the screen, the words "erasing" beneath it. His twitching ears failed to calm my nerves.

I left my phone in my room, charging, and went on with my life.

about ten minutes later, I went to check my phone.

Bad news.

The android had died.

He was literally dead. His twitching antennas were now still. A small, red warning sign covered nothing but the android's fragile, now failing, heart, as he lay on the nothingness of the otherwise empty black screen that he belonged to.

The difficult procedure was too much for him.

This could be, as a phone, his last task.

To be continued.