I've thrown in the towel, I surrender, I'm finished. I've always been a fighter in life and have always clung onto hope as a reason to continue fighting problems and battles in life, but I quit. Every time I get a glimmer of hope that I will be happy, some event always follows and shreds that glimmer of hope up. I'm tired of holding on to false hope. I'm going to have to accept the fact that I will always be alone an miserable in this world. I don't really care about anything anymore, even myself. I have zero confidence anymore and am done fighting a losing battle. Society, you win.