Empty. The anxiety has passed. What more is there? Cursed? I can accept defeat, it's never unexpected. Helpless. Hopeless. Too late to change anything now. Carry on and keep calm? It looks good on a poster. Derailed, but must still keep the engine running.
There is always next year. Or the year after that. Isn't there?
There is always next year. Or the year after that. Isn't there?
