Just nonsense

In the end, all things must come to a close. I guess I was right about being a letdown, in a way, because nobody particularly wants me but always yearns for someone else. And hope is the first step on the road to disappointment, after all, which is exactly what happens whenever I get invested in others. So all there is to do is close myself off and withdraw; it's funny how the depression always manages to win, as though it's rigged everything against me.

None of that ramble probably made any sense, although maybe it doesn't have to. Maybe this is all just loneliness showing just how alone I truly am.

Well, bye.