Another day I awaken to my lonely existence.
The pain of this reality is mind-numbing, and almost paralyzing.
My heart can not seem to conjure up any trust to spend.
I have long been unable to think of any reason to keep going.
Still, my existence goes on in torturous agony.
I have no purpose that I have found, and no faith to speak of.
I have never met anyone who truly loved me, nor did I ever feel that anyone ever could.
I suppose I have never truly loved either.
I am not the kind of girl who can blindly keep loving someone when I see a side of them of which I do not approve.
So you see, it is a hopeless cause, this existence of mine.
Though I long to find love, I know I am incapable of loosing myself to it.
I feel as though there is no one on this god-forsaken planet who could really love me anyway.
I am quite certain that I am destined to die alone and unfulfilled.
