Prickly Personality Keeping Away Friends

When I seriously reflect upon my life and my personality I am afraid of what lies in store for me. I see it every day when I'm working. Lonely old people struggling to keep existing in a world where their few friends have already died. I am a branch of a dying tree that is loosing its flowers without setting fruit. There is sun and time before winter, yet. There is no reason why I should not enjoy my time in the sun, but there is still a sadness under things for winter is coming and none has yet survived it.

I could wish I were other than what I am. It is hard to love a porcupine.