The Unending Cycle...

I've never really been the most outgoing person; I spend a large portion of my time alone, and I'm pretty used to doing so. That doesn't mean it isn't painful; most days my mind ends up constantly wandering to thoughts of how life could be if I wasn't so damn alone all the time. It's like having an unending void in my stomach...one that feels slightly filled whenever something happens that is happy, or lifts my spirits. But at the end of the day, it's still empty...