What's Worse?

Sometimes it is really hard to deal with feelings of inadequacy. Also, with crushed ambitions. At times I can reconcile my restless mind with the idea that one day I will find these occurrences frightfully ironic. Other times I feel like I'm just giving myself a stomach ulcer with the added stress and distress of failure. Where might one find irony in the referred to pitiful situations? Hmmm.... Maybe how a cheerleader who has been ineligible for extracurricular activities multiple times won $2,000+ in a SCHOLARSHIP pageant. An area of my life where I felt like my all-night study sessions and countless bouts of test anxiety could finally benefit me. Sadly, I was mistaken. The title holder is a "reformed" partier. It won't matter at some point, but until that point I think that I will have some troubling thoughts tumbling throughout my mind.