"All Alone"

We are born alone.
We live alone.
We die alone.

There's no denying it. No metaphorical speeches. Nothing. We have one brain, we think for ourselves, we do what we must during our life spawn to survive as happily as we can, and then we die.
I've always felt like living the happy coward's life, alone. If I'd always lived alone, people would never have hurted me. I'd be just be a blur in the room. A blur doesn't give a shit.
If I had always been alone. I wouldn't hurt like this. I wouldn't know how to.
But no... Because of being individual creatures, we have this necessity of being with others, because we feel lonely. Being alone without feeling lonely... that's my impossible dream, and it should be everyone's.
Sure, it's running away, but I feel so tempted to do it. For me it's not running away from problems, it's making it impossible to create more of them.
Like every other human, I've lived with people, trying not to be lonely, but I'm sick of it, and I want to get away. I've thought of giving up, but I've been fed with hope. Our real enemy, hope. The hope beautiful stories gives us, that people are great and we're just not amongst the right ones.The hope to keep looking for happiness. The hope that there are people that can actually make everything right. You all know what I mean. I mean love. It all sort of... fails at some point.
At this moment there isn't even a coherent chain of thoughts in my mind, so I'll finish this.
I don't even ask for happiness... I just want peace, and the only way of getting it might just be escaping everyone else.