The thing that haunts me the most is imagining how my late grandfather would react seeing me like this. From the day he left us until now, i can count how many times i have the courage to see his photos. I'm ashamed of myself. I can imagine his face when he sees me, when he knows about my achievements, activities, wrongdoings, everything. How he would mask his anger and disappointments.
I am a failure. And no, it's not about patriarchy or pressure of being the oldest grandchild. I'm just a failure soul overall. I loathe myself so much, i hope i can just somehow disappear into the thin air.
I am a failure. And no, it's not about patriarchy or pressure of being the oldest grandchild. I'm just a failure soul overall. I loathe myself so much, i hope i can just somehow disappear into the thin air.
