I hate the people who come into your life, and make you care about them, and think that they care about you, only to find out that they don't.  I hate crushed hopes and dreams.  When you care about someone, you don't ignore them, or leave them, or stop talking to them, or any of that.  And after every time, you promise yourself that it won't happen again.  You won't care that much next time, you won't get sucked in.  Then, you wake up one day and you realize it's happening all over again. And then they all start disappearing on you, stop talking to you, all at the same time and you gotta wonder...is it me?  Am I just unworthy of friends?  Can I not manage to keep anyone around?  You have to wonder if maybe it's just that no one can be bothered with you, that you're not worth bothering with.  You have to wonder if instead of "it's not you, it's me," it really is you.  After all, doesn't the majority speak?

Of course you'll never be liked by everyone, but having someone around as a constant is nice.  Knowing that someone prefers your company over another person's, that someone wants to hang out with you.... It's reassuring.  Of course it's pathetic that you need a constant, but it's necessary all the same.  After all, human beings are social creatures, we need to interact!  

But what am I supposed to gain from the fact that most people don't stick around long after I begin to care about them?  That I care too much?  Or that no one cares about me?