Death by cs1101c. Nothing can describe my feelings right now. Perhaps plunging into the bottomless pit of hell, seeing the light gradually becoming a dot could describe it mildly.

I have tried my best and I have no regrets.
self: " No your best wasn't good enuff. You're not cut out for this."

Mommy told me not to cry over spilled milk, but this is much more.
She shoved me a box of crayons and watched as I diligently coloured.

"Honey, the world isn't supposed to be black.
It's blue, red, green and everything nice. "

Should have trusted my instincts then...