Bust of Pallas

I will never have a first kiss.
I will never marry.
I will never have sex.
I will never know what does she taste like.
I will never see someone cry for me.
I will never know what does it feel to be hugged by someone who requites me.
I will never be able to re-fill the hollow spot my cat left in my heart when she died at the worst moment.
I will never be able to let her know how much I loved her, either.
I will never know what is it like to graduate from highschool at 18.
I will never be as good as my favorite musicians.
I will never have fans.
I will never wake up with you by my side.
I will never be tucked in by you either.
I will never be the best at anything.
I will never be able to resign to it.
I will never be a good son, because I don't care.
I will never be a good student, because I don't care.
I will never be a good friend.
I will never be able to show the world how do I feel in the inside.
I will never meet Jason Becker before either of us dies.
I will never deal with my losses.
I will never be truly happy.
I will never be able to trust those who aren't close to my heart.
I will never get rid of my anklet and necklace.
I will never recover the letters I ripped and burned.
I will never stop regretting that.
I will never stop regretting anything.
I will never fulfill any of my dreams.
I will never get to deserve heaven or a second life.
I will never help anyone in an important grade.
I will never be respected by the people I respect.
I will never hold your hand, because if I do I'll creep you out.
I will never have my own house.
I will never do drugs, drink alcohol or smoke.
I will never stop being a coward.
I will never catch 'em all.
I will never have a Snivy plushie.
I will never find lasting comfort.
I will never be loved by anyone again.
I will never be able to requit anybody if it does happen.
I will never fire a gun.
I will never share my life with someone.
I will never be appreciated for what I am.
I will never hug Fluttershy.
I will never make a new friend.
I will never play Killer Instinct 3.
I will never have a first date.
I will never be the most important thing to someone.
I will never stop being useless.

And if I could have everything good in the world and outside of it, everything the greediest of gods would ever wish for, and could trade it for one thing, just that one thing I've lived for and wish to live for again, I'd do it without thinking twice...

...I will never have you back.

Next is a picture of a heart-shaped emerald.

Oh... I will probably never get on my knees for anyone, either. Bye.

I feel crushed and a bit suicidal. I want to use the word "nostalgic" too. But nostalgia isn't that violent.