"I'm quick to convince myself someone likes me... Then when I'm wrong, My feelings get hurt. A life of solitude really would be better... Than feeling like this. There's nothing even good about me, Who am I even living for? I only care about myself... yet whenever I get lonely, I crave for companionship, How arrogant is that? I'm just... tired. Tired of my inability to maintain a lasting relationship with another person. Maybe I'd be better off dead..."