What doesn't kill me will only make me stronger

In a world where I'm constantly surrounded by people, things to do, ect, I've never felt more alone than I do now. No matter how many times I convince myself that this is all just a minor bump in the road to happiness, it seems like I can never catch a break. If there's a limit to everything, where's the limit to my unhappiness? When does all of this stop? 

broken, sad, stressed, what else is new