The only thing I ever wanted was love. In life, it seems, the more we want something, the less likely we are to ever have it. Or maybe that's just how it works in my experience. It seems the harder I try to fight for what I want, the more out of reach it becomes. "Good" things only come to me once I've given up and no longer care about them. Of course, if I start to care again, that's when they abandon me, making me feel even worse than I did in the first place. Story of my life. I was born alone, and I will die alone.