I have clean clothes yet nowhere to wear them. I have groomed myself to be as handsome and attractive as possible yet I know that I will be rebuffed and most likely ignored.

I put in the effort for naught. Yet knowing that at best I can expect failure and at worst complete and humiliating disdain, I will try. Only hope sustains me, and it is rapidly fading away. Despair and I are becoming old souls together. It is what I should have expected.

I am broken and lost.

Goodbye hope.

Goodbye...