Once again, I feel irritated. I've seen what ill I've made, how I've gone wrong. I know I haven't practiced getting it right, but I still want to get back to the beginning now. Consciously it bears out that I wouldn't have this crisp awareness - hence my insipid ignorance for this particular attempt- but I still want to take a chance, get this failed lap overwith, and try the whole thing from the beginning.
But I can't. Loved ones here need me; have indicated they'd be hurt if I left them to live life on their own. And I've caught that losing a relative to suicide can increase risk of one's own suicide, which I don't want for them. Unlike me, they haven't failed the attempt at life.
Besides, in ticks of clarity, I recall that if I recklessly send myself back right now, without having dug deep to reshape my mind, hardcode my lessons and desired traits into sheer intuition, and fail to hard-ingrain the many warnings I must, the next attempt I'll be just as mediocre, *at best*, as I was this run.
So I have to stay. And it makes me angry. Angry, angry, angry. I don't feel ready for the next attempt, but I *do* feel like I've already lost this one.