It’s not good. The hallways are narrow and I’m feeling like my steps are slowing down, dragging out each painful agony where I can’t reach the end. A vacant area swirling with bits of trash and dried leaves.
Looking outward, the sun still shines somewhere. I can’t see anything.
I didn’t do a good enough job to be kept. I was not useful. I created burdens. I reminded of a future that could never be. Another failed attempt at being a partner added to a long history of sequential failure.
I hoped to have stopped my search, but now I must go on alone.
Maybe I will move on one day, but not anytime soon.