My loneliness and isolation is so unbearable. I can't take it anymore...I feel sick, like its just some incurable affliction that I have to deal with. I've done everything...I'm worked at it and I've waited it out. I've kept a positive attitude and I've let myself try and except the terribleness of it. I work hard. I go to school. I work out, meet people, socialize. I'm told I'm a likable and attractive person, physically and otherwise. I have been dreams and aspirations in humanitarian work and peacemaking. I'm even told, no joke, that I look like I should I have a girlfriend. Flattering, even downright ego-elevating I must admit. But I have no one. Not even close. I did once, years ago. I have since too, but they were so brief and meaningless they don't even count...they were a long time ago too. Its only been 3 years now since my last true relationship, but it has felt much longer. One by one, everyone around me finds happiness, their significant others, and I'm left further alienated. I hate what this disease of solitude does to me. I hate that it makes me so sad, so despairing, so bitter and petty. I just feel so low and so empty and there is so little I can do now. I've spend three years trying to cope, trying to get better...three long years, sexually and romantically frustrated whilst everyone around me thrives. I'm so afraid of dying alone.That possibility seems more and more real as time goes by. There's not much more I can do. I'm powerless to this terminal illness.