Clouds

I realized I should live the life I have. The life of a young, slightly attractive woman with some spare money and maybe not too much talent or sense but ambition. I'd give a kiss to any man who'd give me a chance at this world. Lay my life down on the line for five cents worth of credibility in a good company. I know who myself to be. And this is not her. Weak, sick, not admired, unprepared, flailing, blaming, sleeping too much and working too little.
Whatever this comes to, it can't come to this. I'm worth more that this. I see more than this. I know more than this. I don't have to live this way. Who cares if I've failed? Since when has this world built itself up from anything but failure?