Guilt creeps in my life.
No matter how hard I try.
It's never good enough.
And I have to let someone suffer because of my shortcomings.

I mean, let her celebrate her joy. Go. Why worry about me? I'm not worth all the pitying. Why persecute the one that who has brought joy just because the other has brought sorrow. Is it worth feeling any grieve if there is any joy?

Is joy only worth celebrating because it only comes from a certain person and not another? I loathe it. It's despicable. You let me down. You really do.