Leagues

What league am I even in? I don't even know. I've been called ugly by every one. Am I in a league of my own? Just destined to forever be alone? If so, then what is the point? The point to go on that is. I can't take this anymore. The loneliness is eating me alive. I hate it. I will never be enough. No matter how good I treat them. How much better I treat them that their past men treated them. I give up. Soon I will take my last breath. Every breath is a struggle. I cannot go on. There is no reason to go on. Soon I will gasp my last. And the love I always give will be no more.