"I know it is hard to believe when people say they understand. But I really do understand. I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible, and how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you, and it doesn't matter how many new gadgets you get, or gyms you join, or how many drinks you drink with your friends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong, or how you could have misunderstood, and how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that someone see the light and show up at your door. This expectation and wait sometimes makes it a lot worse for you,  while you still hold onto this last bleak ideal, in the hope... something magically will just happen in the last min and all will be well. Its the expectation, and hope that kills and hurts us the most, not the reality. "