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When you think of failures, what do normal people have to do? Do they think long and hard about what would fit into that category? Do they even see it?

Not me. It's easy for me. You see, the world had a really awful habit of just constantly letting me down. Things like hope don't really exist in my mind because of that.

The biggest failure on this entire world stands in front of me right now. No, not a mirror although some would say that because we look so alike. And I absolutely despise that I look anything like this pathetic clown. He ruined everything. I'm the way I am because of him. I guess I should be thankful, since I wouldn't have realized the path to success without this disappointment.

When I walk in to the kitchen on my way out, his pitiful face looks up at me. My day becomes stormy. God, wouldn't it be better if I didn't have to deal with his existence. To finally leave this hell, that's the driving factor. Don't linger on your disappointments, all they do is reappear.

Sadness teemed in his eyes. But I don't care, I stopped caring years ago. I stomped through the kitchen and slammed the door. So I wouldn't have to see his fucking face. I can't believe I had love for him. I waited for him, wanted to make him proud. I even looked up to him. The idiot I used to call "dad".