Yet another day has passed & I have failed. Or is it life has failed me?
What is the point in trying if all you do is fail.
I’ll never have another partner, I’ll never have a family. I’ll never afford another car, I’ll never travel again. I’m stuck in this one place, in this glass box that I can see out of but noone can see me. I’ll wither away in this empty box, never having what my soul yearns for most.