The walls are closing in. Your sun is going down, turning your
horizon from a fiery red into a bleak grey. The crushing sense of defeat weighs
down on you, asphyxiating you, closing off your avenues. The future doesn't
look so good anymore.
You were never good for anything, you realize. It was all
lies, what they’d said. All of them. Big ol’ liars.
You've ruined everything. It was your fault. Every single time.
Nothing else seems to matter anymore.
Failure is second nature to you. But you've just realized
it.
Your world is crashing down around your ears. And all you
can do is look on with a wry smile.