End of the Road

Really though. What else was there for me to do?

I hit another dud.

It’s dud after dud after dud.

My heart should be used to it now, but it's not.

The painful kind of anger that seizes through my brain.

I’m pissed.

But not the type of pissed where you want to wreck everything before you. It’s the type that makes you want to curl up in a ball and bawl your eyes out. The type where your stomach sinks down and crumbles. It’s gross. Oh, it’s so gross.