So why the heck did I have to fall in love with a girl on the other side of the world? I mean, even if she is sweet and kind, and smart and possibly the only person in the world who actually loves me, why oh why did it have to be her? It really depresses me because I can't realistically see her ever no matter what, plus it it's going to be a very long time before she will be old enough for me to come and visit her back home. In the mean-time, I'm going to regret of time not spent together and things said that were not reciprocated. Also, I'll be stuck hating myself for thinking of other girls I see and talk to every day. Why am I so weak and ugly?