Yeah yeah yeah, angsty angst. Shut up Volt, you're being such a drama queen, life can't really be that bad.

Oh yes it can. The one thing I want, the only thing, hates me. It doesn't even hurt anymore when I'm turned down. It's practically routine now. If the only thing I aspire to wants nothing to do with me, why even exist? And suicide isn't even an option, because it solves absolutely nothing. And so here I am, still stuck in the meaningless purgatory of my life, with no motivation, and no purpose. I am a non-entity, and yet, to my great displeasure, I still exist.