Why do I feel?

*Why, oh why do I let myself feel?
*I told myself not to do it but I did anyway.
*That's the last time I ignore my own advice.
-Who do you think you're fooling, David?
-Deep down, you're a hopeless romantic.
-And what reason do you have to hope anyway.
-You've never been the best looking, the smartest, the most athletic, or the most fun to be around.
-Who would really want to spend time with you when there are so many better choices out there.
*Now, that's devil's talk.
*I may not be the best around but according to my friends, I'm a pretty awesome fellow.
-You don't have any friends, nobody likes you! (sorry, I couldn't resist)
-Who are you kidding?
-They're just saying that to be nice.
-Nobody really wants to spend time with you.
*Ouch!
*Your powers of persuasion are great.
*You almost have me convinced.
*But I'm not going to let you do this to me.
-But doesn't it hurt to feel this way?
-Wouldn't it make you feel better to get angry and retaliate?
-Wouldn't you like to blame someone for the way you feel.
-After all, it's not your fault.
-You didn't do anything wrong.
*You're right, I didn't do anything wrong.
*But neither did anyone else.
*So, why start now with blaming other people for how I feel?
*Maybe it's not my fault, but it's not theirs either.
*These things just happen sometimes.
-But what about the pain?
*It's still there.
*I'll try my best to weed it out and eventually, I'll succeed.
*One thing's for sure: I don't need you're help to do it.
*The only thing you'll do is make it worse.
-Doesn't it hurt though?
*Yes, it does.
*But maybe that's not such a bad thing.
-Of course it's a bad thing.
-How could it possibly be a good thing?
*If I never felt sad, how would I know how great it is to feel happy?