"Dammit!" I yelled at my mirror, throwing my fist on the countertop. With just my luck, I lost my job, the only job I could get. But not only that, my landlord had given me the news of either moving out in a month or less or paying for the renovations happening to my apartment in the future.

My best bet was to move out, but this was the closest apartment I could get to my father. I didn't want to leave him after the news of the Mayor of Pikoro being murdered. I wanted to keep an extra eye on him.

If I lost my father, I was alone. If I lost him, I had no shoulder to lean on. How can society be so cruel?

I threw my old work attire into the hamper in my bedroom and sat on my bed. My thoughts circulated around, "It could be worse." "Others dream of having a life like yours." It didn't make me feel better. It only made me feel worse. I was a selfish crybaby, who thought her life was the worst just because she couldn't have the most spectacular of things.

It was one thing to realize your mistakes and learn from them, but it was another thing to dwell on them and feel miserable off of them.

I sat up and took my phone off of the nightstand, putting my earbuds in and selecting Melanie Martinez's album, then laying back down and closing my eyes.

I quietly sang along with Dollhouse, letting it release my body of the tension it withheld. But the feeling of misery lingered, blinding myself of all I could have done right in my life.

Was it my own fault that I felt lonely? Was it my own fault that I felt insecure?

Was it my own fault that I felt like a failure?

Failure.

Failure.

I knew what I was. My entire life circled around the fact that my father was well known throughout the city, that I lived in the state of where I had no friends because of the fact everyone knew my father and thought I was prideful for the fact.

It was a barbaric reason, but they were barbaric people. Throughout college, I had isolated myself from the others, a regretful choice once I became an official adult and graduated from the University of Scaleswind. And here I was, with my father and online friends being the only people I ever socialized with.

My love life was another story. In middle school, where my father had yet to become mayor, I was considered a normal student with good grades and a steady reputation. When I exchanged schools when my father joined the city council, it was then I was treated differently.

In my first Junior High school, I had a boyfriend who was considered a jock throughout sixth grade to eighth grade before transferring. He was the only one I thought of as a major part of my life, until high school when a foreign-exchange student came. We hit it off immediately, because it didn't matter to him who my father was, until he moved away, and I was left in my state of loneliness.

Wondering why I thought my life was bad? Because of the fact that nobody likes me for being me.