Where's the 'Delete' Button on this Thing?

I believed with all my heart. Honestly, truly, sincerely believed. These golden opportunities, they came out of nowhere. I worked my ass off-getting my support stuff together; reel online, memorized entire scripts virtually overnight, brushed up on my Russian.... I faced my fears and came out of my shell and cared. I even showed other people how much I cared by telling them and asking for them to care as well-something I haven't done in many, many years-and made myself vulnerable. All this belief, all this support, it gave me hope. What was I supposed to learn here except how to make a fool of myself? And what am I suppose to do with these? these shards and pieces of what my heart used to be?

Someone told me once that we are all stars in our own little ongoing stories. Some stories are comedies, some are romances and some, well, some are tragedies. I think I want a rewrite.