Forever alone

I love to watch drama. A lot.
I love to read. A lot.
All because it puts me in the state of mind of the people in the stories.
Because it seems all too interesting. Much better than mine.
People are just more daring, to live their lives. They are not as afraid to be noticed,  as I am, always.
As I watch about people having the love of their lives, I'm envious. Because, I dare not love. I don't feel worthy enough to be loved. And for people who cares about me, I feel that they are looking at the wrong person, and I do everything in my way to push them away. Sad, isnt it?
I'm always thinking perhaps, I'll have the love of my life one day. But I think I'll be too coward to do anything about it, probably let it slip away as well. Because its painful enough to keep disappointing myself,  leave other innocent souls out of it.
Oh. Maybe I'm just thinking too much? 
Maybe, I'm just gonna be another person unnoticeable by the world.
Live. Work. Eat. Die. Forever. Alone.