Why do I let so many people have this much control over me. I am heartbroken so easily. I fall so quickly and I never catch myself. I must enjoy it. why else would I keep going? I am done, I get the hint, I am going to be single for a while. Everyone else can get married, find love and some one to spend time with, what do I get? rejection and depression. really just fuck this life. I tried, I gave it a great shot. 23 f#cking years. not bad. If I can't find someone who can appreciate me or spend time with then whats the point of living a life alone. no matter how close i get to people anyway i still feel alone. its cold. chilling.