Misery.

There is but one constant in my life:

Misery.

Every day every hour every minute; It is all i feel.

It is all I know.

It all seems so unfair - why must _I_ suffer so, When everyone around me seems so wretchedly happy?

I never can seem to do anything right. Every turn leaves me empty Every adventure leaves me exhausted, fatigued, dead.

*I feel dead.*