Some people weren't born to be loved.

[Crematoryy]

No matter how much you search for solace, your life doesn't belong to this world. Because from the circumstances of your birth, the possibility of being loved was already thwarted. You could never be anyone different from what you are now: alone and abandoned. All the sensitivity to feel emotions has become your curse; the squalid and indifferent world doesn't care about your feelings and needs. You have always been alone, and you will die alone from the pain within yourself. Your desire to be understood and to tell things you haven't told anyone else is just a joke in the vastness of the cosmos. All the comfort you will find will be exclusively that which you produce from yourself; amidst the vast crowd you will only receive coldness, and neither your name will be known nor your face remembered.