I am a failure.
Years have passed, and I am still here stuck under the same rugged roof. Alone. And cold.
People have climbed up the ranks steadily, but for some reason I can't.
"It's okay."
"That's all normal."
"You will be fine."
I have heard enough kind words. I am sick of it.
If there's such a thing as a miracle, then I'd need a ton of it.
I'm tired.