Yeh bro, I feel it.

Upon taking the plunge I realised a moment too late that happiness was not at the bottom of the drop, but high above me upon some unreachable pedestal. At this moment in time it seems unattainable.

Nietzche, I know not of the reason I listened to your deceptively optimistic works. 

I shall now console myself with the works of Schopenhauer. His cynical and pessimistic attitude may not be romantic, but is certainly a little more realistic than the crap Nietzche made me believe.

In the words of Adam Sandler: 

"Love stinks."