Try and fail again

I can talk about my successes, but not my failures. Some failures are trivial to me, like failing a class quiz. Others created a rather great impact on my, leaving me with all the emotions jumbled up inside. I hate the feeling. I can't try to make it better. Only time can heal my wounds.

Now I'm guilt-stricken. I have absolutely no idea. No plan. It's as if I'm in a dream, walking around, dazed. It's as if I'm trying to escape from my worries but at the same time pondering over it calmly, totally numbed of any emotions. Such a great blow. A blow that knocked out all my sanity totally. Till now, I have not brought myself to believe that. Time's going a little forward and a little backwards. I'm confused.

Now, I know how it hurts to be a perfectionist.

If only there is no such things as failure or success.
If only no one bothers about failure.
If only no one is destined to fail.
If only success could come by as easily as failure.

Still loving,
SQ