sometimes you feel lonely, too, right?

 you can still find loneliness in a crowded room. you can know everyone intimately and still feel like a stranger. you can find immense joy in immersing yourself in the passions you love and yet still come home to an empty room and zero missed calls and feel worthless. i’m not trying to make my happiness anyone else’s responsibility. I love my hobbies, i love my friends, i enjoy waking and going to work, I am happy, i am excited by life. but being alone gets old. having friends but not lovers gets old. no matter the happiness i feel, there’s this bitter taste of dissatisfaction on my lips because i want to care and be cared for. all the smiles i accomplish by myself would be so much more grand if i could share them. and i wonder if i’m going about it all wrong. am i dumb or something for not finding complete and total happiness in solitude? i wonder how many other people out there feel like me, who are lonely, and thus unhappy, despite the happy satisfaction of chasing their passions with fierce intensity. who go out with friends, who find themselves at parties, who revel in the social interaction, who meet people and make new friends, who ride the cloud all the way home and then POP! it all bursts and fades away as you brush your teeth and put in for the night because you’re turning in without someone else out there in love with you. you check your inbox on your phone, your email, your inbox on every single social networking site possible hoping someone, somewhere just says hello because they find you interesting enough to. i just want someone to be excited about, i want to be exciting to someone. surely i can’t be the only one that feels this way?