It's getting too much for me. Seeing my friend going out with the girl I like, seeing everybody around me finding bliss through their romantic companion, and seeing so many others squander such things as romance for money and status...

It's leaving me bitter. Perhaps a little to bitter to care when things might turn my way for a change. As far as I can tell, the situation will never happen where I'll ever know any such things. Knowing that they have so much, and some just piss it all away because it's the hot thing to do or it'll get them other things they want.

The bitterness has me turning cold. Nobody cares about me being alone. Nobody care about my emotional needs. If that's the case, why do I care about any of the needs of those around me? It doesn't seem as if some omnipotent being will reward any kindness on my part. It isn't as if the favor will for some reason be returned to me.

I may now be unfit for being with another, but only because I have for so long been alone that now I only resent those around me, blinded by a delusion that perhaps they have it better than me or are somehow responsible for my blight.

While I know there are other kindred souls like me out there, for some reason I cannot take solace int this, for when you are alone, it's hard to believe there are others like you.