What is this?

No. I'm not mad. I'm just frustrated, tired, Sad... Discontent, Dissatisfied, Displeased. By what? little things. little mistakes, little tumbles and falls, little cracks appearing on my fragile walls. What am I doing? Where am I going? Who will I be? Will it end how I hope? How I dreamed? How I longed for? That future that I saw. Will I make to the end? Or is this it? Will I ever be what I wish to be? Or was it all just a useless dream? It seems. So...