The worst part and the bright side

The worst part of this whole thing is that it was mostly my mistake, or so I feel, as I always end up feeling; and even worse, its the second time. The concept of learning from your mistakes is something I have yet to grasp.
The bright side- I feel a righteousness about it all, sensible.

It makes me want to share this with somebody, let it all out, the frustration, the pain, but who? There's no one I can say this to. Surely, Allah knows what's in my heart and so I turn to him. Allah loves Al-Muhsinoon. Allah is with me. "...Indeed with hardship comes ease..."-Another beautiful ayah that I love and keep saying in my head. I believe in the promises of Allah Subhanata'ala, this is hardship for me, so indeed, inshAllah, ease will come and I patiently await it. So this, this incident inshAllah, I pray that it will make me a woman of stronger faith and piety-ameen-thats the bright side.

It still hurts like crazy though.