It's hard.

Why is it so hard to accept my failure?

Is it because of jealousy — that your friends cleared it and you couldn’t?

Or is it because you wasted all those years chasing a futile dream that could never become a reality?

Or was it that, from the very beginning, you knew you were not the right fit for it?

Or are you simply too gullible, easily manipulated by others?

Or are you a pathological people-pleaser who always wants a good name in everyone’s eyes?

Or have you just made the wrong decisions in life and now find yourself with nothing to hold on to?

Or is it because you’ve been lonely all your life and never felt attractive?

Or is it because the people around you slowly diminished your self-confidence?

In the end, I feel empty — living a draining life with nothing to hold on to.

No friends, no career, no family to support me.

I feel like a vegetable sitting in the fridge, just rotting and waiting to be thrown out.