What you are smelling is the scent of failure. It is an unmistakable zero as far as you are concerned.
Your endeavor started off with a bang – you were overtly enthusiastic about its potential. All signs pointed to a grand ole time. Then the conditions took a turn for the worse, and you wound up empty handed.
Or did you?
Was there anything to learn from the experience? Did you gather information? Slice it, dice it, and recognize any pattern? Share the results of that examination with others less biased in, or more capable of, judging the situation for what it was? And is?
Failure, like success, is what you make of it.
And whining is the only sure sign of skunk.