You could return to your home and shut yourself in your room. You could refuse to see friends or family, cancel your appointments, let the world go on with its business somewhere far away from you and wait as the feeling of sunlight on skin fossilises to memory. When everybody knows you’re angry and bitter and that you have no interest in making things better for yourself, they leave you to it- and if you never try, there’s no way you can disappoint. It is easy to cloak yourself in your failure and let the sadness and the suffering become all you are; it is tempting to wear your flaws like a label, because that way you aren’t surprised when they decide to come together and put on a show. It’s certainly easier than trying to overcome them, because if you want to learn to swim, you first have to accept that you cannot.
Then again, no one ever got off an island by staring at the water and hoping it’d move out of their way.