I have never felt so alone, worthless, and confused.  I have never felt so unsure about anything.  I don't know who I am, who I am turning into, or who I will become.  To me the future is a big fat nothingness.  There is no one at the end of the dark tunnel, and I do not know if there will ever be.  I am the alone one.  I was made to be alone, worthless, and confused.  I have no meaning, but what I mean to myself, and lately that is not anything.  My confusion fogs my mind, and I do not know where to go or what to do.  Is anything I do or say or think even right?  Will it ever be?  Will I ever be okay?  Well I ever feel for even three seconds some sense of closure and happiness and satisfaction and justification of my own being?  Or am I forever trapped in this endowment of loneliness until death takes its toll?