"You are pathetic.. why do you live?" says the other.
Who am I, really, to say that I have a sad life... when I have a place to call home, food to satisfy my stomach... with basic necessities all covered? On top of all that, I have a complete family... and my friends...
For the past week.. I have been drowning myself in self-pity. "Am I not good-enough?", "Why am I rejected?","I don't think I deserve to be treated this way.", "Why doesn't my family understand me?", "Why can't they just believe in me?" A bunch of "whys..." and "me.".. Self-Pity.
Perhaps my sister was right.. I disappointed my mum... and most of all, I disappointed myself. I had so much believe in myself... but I couldn't fulfil whatever goal I had in mind. I had too much ego in me to take this humiliation. (I had always been an egoistic bastard anyway.)