As the hot sun continue to glair down on me, my blood begins to boil. And the frustration begins to get to me. I was meant to be great, but here I am. Broken, angry, angry that I was wrong. Angry that I had become a shadow of my former self. All this time was just wasted years. I begin to wish that I had died yesterday. Then today would not be so painful. But instead my eyes open, only to live the same life all over again.