I have no one else to talk to.

Anyone else always feel like they're drowning; that their world is crashing in on them? I walk through the streets and see how some men have found a way to escape the overwhelming loneliness that afflicts most of us. They've found a mate. They've found a companion. They've found someone to share in the misery; to help them feel a little less lonely. They've found someone to make them feel like they're home. Men and women walking together, holding hands, hugging, kissing. Men with women on their arms. Men with children in their hands; little miracles they've created. I don't feel like I even exist in this world. I'm just a stranger. I'm just a face in the crowd. I'm just another passerby. I'm just a distant memory. I'm nothing. I hate this feeling. I hate this world.