I was walking to university, and there were 2 other people who just met and somehow became friends. They were talking and laughing... and I couldn't help but envy them that they are so happy and easy going. I crave having a real connection with someone, anyone, not even romantic love, just a person I can have deep conversations with. Yet, whenever I have a chance, I push people away, because I feel like a burden on them... and no assurance is ever enough for me. So I always go back to being lonely and pathetic. I wish I could just stop existing, because for the most part, life is so harsh and cold and meaningless.