One Big Mystery

What's considered "girlfriend material"?
Smart?
Pretty?
Funny?
Athletic?
To me,
That is what it seems
I'm none of those.
Never have been,
Never will be
It's only my fault of course
"I am who I am,
And there's no changing that"
So will I forever be lonely?
Will I forever see that there is no hope for my true happiness?
Or will things change?
Will it get better,
Like it did last time?
Or will it crumble,
Crumble into a million pieces
Like it has so many times before
I do not know
I will never know
For what is life,
But one big mystery?