Where’s the good part in life?

I’ve been waiting for the “good part” of life, but it feels like it never arrived.

High school? A disaster. My class was infamous—only 8 out of 40 passed. My classmates were reckless, abusive, toxic, druggist and uninterested in anything productive. No memories, no friends, and not even a farewell.

College? Just as bad, if not worse. Professors rarely showed up, student politics disrupted classes, and I couldn’t focus on studies because I was juggling jobs to survive—janitor, dishwasher, you name it. There wasn’t even a farewell or fresher's party in college. It was so soulless that I can’t even name five friends from those three years.

Then came work. I prepped hard for years to crack a job exam, only to end up in a toxic environment in IDBI Bank that forced me to resign within a year. Now I’m jobless, broke, and haunted by a past filled with nothing but struggle.

People say there’s always a good part in life, but where’s mine? Every time I think it’ll get better, it doesn’t. I’m not even sure what to do next.

Does it ever change? Or am I just stuck in this endless loop?