And that reality is that I will never find someone to start a family with. I will never have that comfortable lifestyle that I can come home to the one I love. Relationships are retarded and I can't seem to properly manage one. It doesn't matter anyways because I'm too ugly and self-conscious to go out there and try to find another one. Why is it that relationships begin with so much interest, passion, and love and then eventually fade away? Why doesn't love last?