Why do I keep trying even though I know I'll never be happy? Why don't just give up? Resign myself to the fact that human contact is not something I'm going to get and that I'm going to die alone. I never used to be unhappy being alone, but now I know what I'm missing. That's the funny thing about people, even in the face of huge adversity and astronomical odds they never give up. But why? It's pointless, so why do I still try? I hate hope, it's always there but it's bloody lie. I want to give up, I don't want to be happy ever again because it wont last. I'm going to die alone, and be remebered as nothing more than a waste of resources...