I just hate my life so much, for many obvious and also unstated reasons. My life is the epitome of loneliness, and what’s a bitch about it is that it may seem like I’ve willingly chosen for it to be this way even though I just can’t help it sometimes. I would like to whine and wallow in self-pity over my incurable shyness, but it’s all been done before and the end result is the same: continued loneliness. I am at my wit’s end. I just don’t get it. I’ve always tried to be friendly to people. I don’t believe I’ve ever done anything offensive at all. I crack jokes, I have a good sense of humor, but for some reason it’s just NOT. ENOUGH. Every Christmas cements this notion of loneliness. When you look around and see people gathered with their loved ones and you reflect on yourself, it becomes an utter disappointment. I don't know. I'm just frustrated with myself and my life. The loneliness becomes unbearable sometimes that I could just cry. Has anyone felt this way?