Another ending

I'm having a really tough night right now.
I just was telling schmoops, how somehow I feel like I'm not good enough some how.
I don't understand.
How can all these jackasses and girls with half a brain have "relationships"?
Supposedly I'm smart, and funny, and talented, and beautiful according to all these people that know me, and yet, somehow I'm not enough.
I don't get it.
What is it?
I don't want to be the "feel sorry for me emo girl" either.
I'm just genuinely wondering what it is about me that isn't enough for these guys.
Maybe I'll never know.
Maybe someday I will.
It's hard to tell now, but I feel like I'll never find anyone that wants me fully.
Plenty of guys (and girls for that matter) want to "be with" me, but no one wants to commit to me. Why?
I have such great passion inside of me.
I feel like for the past year and a half (at least) I've been doing nothing but being repeatedly punched in the heart.
I guess there's not much I can do.
I don't know.
That's the worst part: not knowing. If I only knew I would do something to remedy, but I can't figure it out.
I have nothing left to write right now, so I guess it's just another end.