I'll never be happy. The odds are stacked against me. Too many things are wrong with me, from mental to physical issues that prevent me from getting close to people. Unfortunately, all I see are well-adjusted people and I feel a mixture of pain, jealousy, anger and hatred towards mankind. When I see someone who has everything I want, I feel envy. So many things I want. Money. Women. A relationship. Shot down at every turn. I will always be alone.