Things are starting to unravel. And I am not as strong as people think. I am not as strong as I used to think. I am weak. Weak in character, weak in spirit. It's hard accepting the fact that I cannot handle things. Despite my determination, and all the planning, and working, I am not well. I made very bad decisions and I am paying for it. I am not even mourning the lost time, lost resources, lost opportunities. I am mourning the damaged relationships, and lost trust. And I know it's my fault. I have worked so hard, and yet led myself to destruction. I am slowly losing a lot of what I have worked hard for. But I have nobody to blame but myself. Despite past pains, this time... I know... I dug my own hole, and digging it deeper by the moment.