This is a story about 5 broken people who are searching and struggling to find happiness in their life. Losers in love, outcasts in society who have nowhere to go. Despair chases them each morning they wake up, pain eats into their heart until they have nothing else to feel. Wasted tears on worthless people, the yearning to be loved and to love becoming overbearing that you feel nothing at all. Was it a sin to believe you deserved happiness? Should I have become an anti-romantic many years ago than to believe I was loved by someone? I'm a loser in this game of love- Was there anything worth fighting for at this point? Warnings: angst, depression, mentions of cheating, stealing, toxic relationships, homophobia, etc