I guess it ended like it always does. Because like always, she likes someone else. I guess I am not as unhappy, because I saw it coming. It always comes. I tried to fall back on the one who was always there for me, but she left a long time ago. Now I am lonely again like always. I will never know what it is like to love. I will never be satisfied. I guess I am just another echo of the dying generation that cried out for love, but will never find it. Or maybe that's just me. Because it seems like everyone else gets the opportunity to have someone that cares about them. But me? No, no one gives a any care. That's fine though, I will just go on being a conversation peice in a useless conversation that no one listens to. Nothing helps this feeling that I can never seem to escape. And every time I think I see a light, I see it get snuffed out by my past mistakes. But for now I will go on doing what I always do. Hiding in the shadows waiting for someone to find me.
