The hardest part is when you realize that you never were as good as you thought you were. You thought you took the high road and that it would pay off in the end. Now you realize that it wasn’t right and that you won’t get rewarded. Instead you just made it up. You came up with this notion that you were better than everyone else, and that it would all work out. My life as of now is in shambles. I was given everything one could ask for, and I wasted it all. I’m still blessed, but I’ll never be happy. Instead I waste my parents money and annoy my friends constantly. I’m too much of a coward now to even kill myself, as if I have this fleeting hope that it will work out. I blame no one but myself. Once a loser, always a loser. It’s just a shame that I had to be a loser. I wish I wasn’t. But you only live once. And I blew it. I’m sorry I was a wasted project. I only hope that you understand that my intentions were to make this world a better place. Instead, I now seek to never see it again. Sorry.