Have you ever felt alone in a crowded room?
Have you ever wanted to scream at the top of your lungs?
Have you ever decided just screw it all?
Have you ever wanted to be honest, but didn't because you didn't want others to think that you were complaining?
Have you ever felt like a stranger when with friends?
Have you ever wanted someone, and felt as if that person thinks you're not worth anything?
Have you ever just wanted to give up and stop trying but don't know how?
Have you decided that if any one was nice to you, it would be out of guilt, not because they wanted to be?
Have you felt as if you will always be alone?
Have you felt as if you are just the means to an end and have decided to accept this and be done with it?
Guess what...answer 'yes' to any of these and you would have spent a short amount in my life. And I'm jaded to the point that I will no longer fight this life. It's mine. Accept this and move on. I have.