This loneliness is getting to be too much now. Kisses, huggs, intimacy, someone who smiles at me every now and then, that’s what I need. Often, I wish that I didn’t and that I could be genuinely happy without other people in my life, but this is how I am. I’ll never fill that need though. I’ll never be happy. I’m a 26 year old virgin who’s never been kissed and never had a girlfriend. Heck, I can’t even remember the last time a girl flirted with me, if it has ever happened. I’m fairly good looking, at least that’s what I’ve heard from girls online who have seen a picture of me, so it’s not that. Frankly, I don’t know what it is, but it doesn’t matter anymore. It has taken 15 years of repeatedly having it beaten into me, but I get it now, I finally get it: No one wants to have anything to do with me. It’s that simple, really. I don’t even have any friends anymore, they’ve all forgotten about me a long time ago. Basically, I’m destined to be lonely and miserable for the rest of my life. So how could suicide NOT be the right choice? I’m giving a serious effort to finding a good answer, but I don’t have one yet. Is there a point with living if there is no way of ever being happy?