I Know I'm Not Good at Sewing

There are so many threads hanging off my body. Leftovers from times where I had to stitch something up. It’s not great, but it works. So I’ve never really tried to improve my technique.
I’ve never had a reason to.
And I feel like I'm searching for one.
I want someone to tug at what I’ve barely mended.
Damage hidden behind poorly crafted seams.
I want them to destroy it. So I have an excuse to try harder.
I
need
an excuse.