I bare no joy on the descendant of the sky thrust upon an unwilling duty.
I don't know if I am the worst guy to be with in the world or another thing. But am i that unworthy?
All the girls that I approached in the past, end up with their "destined" or "the one".
Such acclaim has no meaning to my feeling of needs.
I sense no pleasure if the opposite has no desire to be..
entertained..
Perhaps I am the worst.
"Depression begins with disappointment. When disappointment festers in our soul, it leads to discouragement." - Joyce Meyer
