And, how am I supposed to feel?
When I've failed at literally everything I've ever done.
This slow motion day to day trainwreck
Is growing leads to but one end.  
One I used to certain I'd avoid. Resentment trying to form.  I won't because of him, of the few, of them.  Being forced to pickyself up, admitting, again, why it was me.  My fault, I failed this latest attempt.  Running out of options.  Spirit nearly broken. I'd ask for help, but if only I knew where?  How or why? What is the point? When I obviously will set others up to disappoint.  I hate being a burden.  I can feel peers views.  I hate seeing the look that most try not to be apparent.  Apparently, they don't understand how that look is me.  My own in the mirror every mi ute if every day.