It’s clear to me now I was never meant to know happiness, that I was always going to be this wretched thing that was never enough and never to be a static thing in anybody’s life. Just a shadow who moves in and then out just as quickly.
And just like that all the joy was drained from my life. Any hopes of true love, any hopes of making something of myself, of truly having a person just like me who loves me for me it’s all gone and there’s nothing I can do. It’s all so pointless, why even go on?