I feel like the sourpuss in me has overstayed it's welcome, and it's time to bid these toxic feelings goodbye.
I'm such an under-achiever, and I ought to strive harder.
I was given an opportunity and I saw how it slipped through my fingers, because I was too lazy to clench it tight. It went away, and I have to wait another year in hope of getting it back.
I don't know if the yardsticks I set for myself are a little too fluffed up. I think I might have over-estimated my abilities. Comparison is the root of all evil, but how can I not feel a twinge of jealousy and awe when I see my fellow counterparts surging in their own aspects and fields. The battalion in me is knocking hard, but they are not knocking hard enough. I am not responding well enough to their retaliation of my degenerating self-esteem.