What is true?

Why is it that the things you worry about come to pass as though they are the only things that are true?
Although I am writing here to get my feelings out, and to assess myself and my issues, tonight, a pang of sadness hit me. I suppose it is also because I am having difficulty finishing my final assignment for my certificate and my internship assignment is going very slowly. On the one hand I am very optimistic and the other, concerned. That may be making everything stay in a neutral place.
What is bothering me too is that I have really given up.
I tried, I really did. I tried! It just was not enough, and I grieve for that.
It really hurts when you can do nothing about all of the feelings still inside you that are rejected. I am numb from the treatment, and numb from the shock, still! All these months later, I still manage to feel as though this happened yesterday.