The pride

I feel that the road I've chosen seems too long already. There's too many stones and holes that I can not avoid. Sometimes I fall or I'm too tired to walk. And nobody there offers a hand to help me. Or, maybe the correct one is that I am just too proud to ask, although I need to identify my own need. It's just... I really want to know where my limit is. I'm not giving up now. Not yet. But, it's killing me...